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Over Exposed

By: Leona_James



Over Exposed

Part 1 of 5

SCREECH!!! The alarm she hated screamed at her that it was time to face the day. As if that wasn't bad enough, the black out shades on the apartment windows began to retract letting in the morning light and the sounds of the city became less muted. Silencing the annoying alarm, she thought "at least its Friday", she could get through anything as long as she had the weekend coming.

She rolled to her side and sighed as she lifted the white cotton covers from her still sleepy body. She swung her bare legs over the edge of the bed and sat up preparing to stand and face the day. Big hands grabbed her hips and a growl rose up from her lover.

"Why are you wearing clothes to bed again? I thought I told you not to."

Jesse was pressed up against her, still reclining in bed but those hands weren't letting her go anywhere.

"I hate sleeping naked. What if something happened in the middle of the night and we had to evacuate or an intruder broke in? I don't want to be exposed like that. I've told you this 100 times."

"And I've told you 101 times that I like you naked. You're beautiful and the only emergency in the middle of the night you need to worry about is me, needing you, and finding you in clothes that block me. You're mine. Mine to protect and mine to have whenever and wherever."

Cheryl sighed. She loved Jesse's possessive streak and his desire for her remained insatiable. She didn't understand how this gorgeous athletic man could want such an average woman for his lover.

"Apparently, you are going to need another lesson. Stand up and strip."

Cheryl thought about arguing, but knew that it would do no good. Better to just go along with him and have a chance of getting to work on time. She stood and pulled the stretchy lace sleepwear tank from her torso then dragged the matching loose silky shorts over her shapely ass and dropped them on the floor next to bed. She made no move to turn around knowing that Jesse would want to appreciate the lingering pink shades he had left on her round bottom last night.

Jesse rose from the bed behind her and gently caressed her pink skin, his strong fingers humming with satisfaction. He loved this woman so much. He even loved that she continually disobeyed him, which gave him so many opportunities to assert his naturally dominate personality. What fun would it be if she wasn't a challenge?

Grabbing her hips again he moved her body in front of the now open windows. He had purchased this apartment for the windows, floor to ceiling with a beautiful view of New York, or as beautiful as he could afford. The apartment had advertised a Central Park view. He supposed the sliver visible between buildings counted. The apartment was in the right location and was spacious for city standards. He was successful but he wasn't a billionaire. Yet.

"Put your hands on the ledge and don't let go" Jesse ordered in his Dom voice. Cheryl immediately responded, grabbing the framing of the window that divided the upper and lower halves of the modern window. Using that voice, he could have her do anything he wanted and he knew it.

He lifted her left leg, holding just behind her knee and placed her foot on the wooden chair he dragged from the corner. She was open, her most intimate place on display for anybody who cared to look out their upper story windows, or in the case of some, through their binoculars and telescopes.

She knew, just as she was a closet exhibitionist, there were closet voyeurs lingering behind their expensive equipment waiting for an opportunity to see the unexpected. It seemed to her that it was a hell of a lot easier to indulge an inner voyeur in secret, too bad that wasn't her thing.

Unable to hold back, a whimper escaped her. She wanted to protest. She liked the idea of being seen in the abstract, but her body was not one that anybody would want to see, she was a size 8 in a city of size 0. She wasn't in her twenties any more. She blushed and wished Jesse wasn't quite so creative with his punishments.

Jesse reached around her, pressing against her as he slowly pushed his long finger into her pussy, while licking his tongue up the side of her neck.

"You're soaking wet. You like that some stranger could be jacking off to you right now." He whispered into her ear. His breath heating her as he slowly stoked his finger in and out of her, coating her labia with her own juices like a painter working a canvas.

"Say it baby."

"I like showing myself" she murmured, embarrassed by her need.

"No. Say 'I like showing my pretty pussy to strangers.'" He insisted.

"I like showing my pr-pretty pussy t-to strangers." She choked. Her orgasm rising but not quite released just from saying it out loud despite his slow, shallow stroking.

He pulled his finger from her and placed it on her lower lip, opening her mouth, forcing her to taste herself. "Suck it baby." She cleaned his finger thoroughly, wishing that he hadn't stopped. She would have had that explosion at any moment even with the slow stroking just from being in the window. An orgasm would have kept her from caring about who was looking and what they thought of her.

He stepped to her side and taking her foot from the chair he turned her to face him. Now instead of her on display, anyone who cared to look would see that her man was very well hung even for his muscular 6'3" frame. He was rock hard and throbbing. "On your knees baby. I want your mouth, I'm going to feed you."

Cheryl lowered herself to the floor gracefully in a practiced move she knew he loved. His words told her he would be controlling this and it wouldn't be a blowjob, he would be fucking her mouth. She rested her hands on her thighs, opened her mouth and tilted her head to look in Jesse's deep chocolate eyes.

"That's my good girl. So pretty, so perfect for me." He slid his cock between her open lips, holding the sides of her head firmly, moving in and out across her flattened tongue to the back of her relaxed throat. His eyes locked on hers, drowning in the ocean of her blue-green depths. He loved that her eyes were not a single color but a swirling sea of passion and love just for him. He pumped faster and she began to moan, moving her head the little bit that she could to take him deeper.

"Everyone can see you, taking my cock, loving it. You're so good; they all wish they could be me. But, they can't, they can only watch, cause you're mine baby girl." He pumped even faster, pushing down her throat harder. She tightened her lips around him and sucked as he exploded. Swallowing every spurt, cleaning him of every last drop as he slowed his pumping, his legs shaking from the force.

"That's my girl. You did so good, but don't think I haven't forgotten you need to be punished." Jesse praised her removing his dick from her mouth.

Cheryl opened her mouth to protest, but closed it knowing nothing she said would change his mind. She hoped he would spank her, that was only a pretend punishment and she almost always came from it. Feeling lucky, she watched Jesse move the chair directly in front of her. He sat down and patted his thighs indicating that she should lay herself across them. She hid her little smile as she came to the side of him and facing the window prepared to lie across his lap.

"Uhn uhn uhn. Come around the other side. I want any viewers we have to see me smack this beautiful misbehaving ass." He chuckled.

Cheryl quickly moved to the other side anticipating a huge climax between the spanking and the exhibitionism. Jesse laid into her quickly, taking her breath away. Five quick hard impacts on each cheek, covering her entire ass in an exquisite sting, she was so close. Jesse clasped her shoulders and lifted her from his lap. She began to protest and he laughed out loud.

"Oh no baby girl, the spanking wasn't the punishment. I know how well you like it. Going without your morning orgasm should remind you that in the future there's no need to get up and put on clothes in the middle of the night. I like you naked. Now, go take your shower and get ready for work. I'll make the coffee. And no touching yourself or the punishment will be much worse."

Cheryl stormed off to the bathroom, muttering "asshole" under her breath as Jesse laughed and sauntered into the kitchen.

Cheryl stepped from the shower and began drying herself with a fluffy white towel. She wrapped it around her hair in a turban leaving her body bare. A cup of steaming coffee prepared just as she liked it sat on the counter waiting for her. On the hook was her navy wrap-around dress. Jesse must have hung it in there for her to wear.

The bathroom door opened. Jesse entered and placed a pair of white lace panties on the counter along with the jewelry box she knew contained her pearl necklace and earrings he had given her last year for her 30th birthday.

" Wear the dress and the jewelry. I'm taking you to dinner tonight to celebrate and the car service will pick you up at 6:30."

"What about a bra?"

"You don't need one. Look at these gorgeous tits." Jesse said standing behind her looking at her breasts in the mirror. She followed his gaze and while she didn't agree that she should go braless to work she acknowledged that for a full figured woman she had a nice firm set of boobs.

Cheryl hurried through her morning routine. Smoothing lightly fragranced lotion onto her arms, legs, stomach and her still smarting ass. She quickly blow-dried her hair using a round brush to add soft waves to her shoulder length chestnut locks. She put her hair up in a loose chignon planning to let it down later for dinner. It was a more professional look for the office. A quick swipe of mascara and lip gloss, a bit of powder and she was ready to dress.

She slid the lace panties up her legs and over her hips hating the feel of the covering over her needy and neglected snatch. The lace on the panties was stimulating her already overly sensitive lips. She took the dress from the hanger. The silky material clung to her as she slid her arms into the sleeves. The left hand panel tied inside the right, with two little strings barely strong enough to hold it in place. Over the top, a belt of the same material held the right panel closed. The v neck created by the tied panels was flattering to her and gave her a longer, leaner look that she loved, but she worried that it was too risqué for work. Hopefully, the navy color and the pearls would let it pass.

She left the bathroom and slipped on her nude stacked stilettos adding needed height and giving the illusion of longer legs. Although she was average at 5'5", her man was incredibly tall compared to her and she hated when he had to lean over to listen to her.

"I'm out of here babe! I'm barely going to make the train if I leave now!"

"Cheryl, don't leave without a kiss. Why don't you just let me drive you in with the car service? I hate you taking the train. It's not safe." Jesse automatically repeating the argument they couldn't seem to resolve.

"You know I don't feel comfortable arriving at work in a car service. I'm a secretary. I don't want to put on airs." Cheryl retorted leaning in for a smacking goodbye kiss.

"An Executive Assistant! And we are going to continue to visit this topic until you give in!" He handed her breakfast wrapped to go.

"Never!" she hollered over her shoulder dashing down the hall to the elevators.

The subway stop was crowded. Any other day, she would have caught an earlier train, having room to sit down during the commute and getting to work before her boss was so much better than feeling like she was running behind. Jesse's punishment continued to be effective.

The train pulled into the station, packed with commuters. She boarded, finding a pole to wrap an arm around, nibbling the last of the bagel Jesse had given her. At the next stop, even more people pressed into the car. She adjusted her hold, fighting to maintain her spot on the pole to anchor her upright. She spread her legs slightly to compensate for the swaying of the car as it hurtled down the track.

Cheryl felt a strong body pressing in behind her. The body was undeniably male based on the hard length she felt growing firmer against her behind. She tried moving and adjusting her body away, but there was nowhere to go. She would just have to endure it until her stop or until the car cleared out.

She sucked in a gasp as cool air rushed across her ass. The hard stranger had lifted the back of her dress and as she tried to turn to say something, his deep voice threatened her not to turn around. She felt the cold metal of a blade high on her hip.

"Don't move. Don't scream or make any noise and I won't cut you."

Cheryl nodded, wondering why this person had selected her for his special kind of attention. There were several women on the train with more revealing outfits and better bodies. She felt the snick of the knife cut through the right side of her panties. They fell loose and the stranger held her in place as he cut the left side and slid the scrap of ruined lace from between her legs across her now exposed pussy. The front of her dress pulled away to the sides when the stranger had pulled her dress up. She hadn't realized the extent of her exposure until her panties had been stolen. Shaking with fear and also from the stimulation of being exposed, she clung to the pole holding herself in place.

"Please." She whispered.

"Hush. No one's hurting you." The stranger reached around her front, pressing his hard cock between her exposed ass cheeks as he bared her breast. He still had his pants on, and seemed to not want to actually rape her with his dick, but he was going to violate her person every other way. He pinched her bare nipple, rolling it and making it hard. Her body responded; a fact he was well aware of as he pushed two fingers into her freshly shaved cunt.

"You're dripping wet. Such a slut, letting a stranger finger fuck you." He moved his fingers in and out of her, dragging his hand across her clit with each stroke.

The movement of the train left her off balance, swaying on her heels, rubbing her ass against his fabric covered cock despite her efforts to pull away, chaffing her pink skin an even dark shade. He stroked her and stroked her, simultaneously teasing her bare breast. He pulled the dress away from her other tit leaving her essentially naked in front of all the other passengers.

No one seemed to notice what was going on. She looked around, frantically searching for someone to save her. Finally, she met the eyes of a young man sitting on the bench closest to her and the stranger. He could clearly see what was happening because he was rubbing his hard dick through his jeans as discreetly as he could while obviously getting off on her torment. He wasn't going to help her stop this. She felt the climax Jesse had denied her earlier reappearing with a vengeance. She began to flutter and clutch at the fingers in her hole. The hand on her boob moved to cover her mouth.

"Don't scream. I don't want to hurt you." The stranger bit down lightly on her clavicle at the same time taking his thumb of his busy hand and pressing it firmly against her asshole. Cheryl came hard. Jerking and thrusting against those evil fingers, she felt tears leak from her eyes, embarrassed by the strength of her reaction.

"Shh, just perfect. That was amazing. You're even sexier when you come. Thank you." The stranger whispered quietly as he pulled her dress together over her chest and smoothed it down over her ass, closing the gap in the front.

Cheryl still clung to the pole trying to compose herself as easily as the stranger had pulled her clothing back together. Taking a deep breath, she turned around to confront the molester, but there was no one there. The train had come to the final stop, her stop, and people were pouring off as fast as possible. She was pushed along by the crowd. It was as if the events hadn't happened and the stranger was only a fantasy.

She rose from the subway station, blinking in the sunlight. Deciding it must have been a dream, she headed to Starbucks to retrieve the coffee her boss would expect delivered upon her arrival.

Part 2 of 5

Cheryl walked through the halls of the Catalog Creators offices as quickly as possible without spilling the coffee that was now burning her hands through the cardboard cup sleeves. Most members of the staff were already present and hard at work. The cubicles in the center were typical for an office, but the artwork pinned to the fabric walls testified to the creative talent of the workers making the most compelling high-end product catalogs possible. The chatter among the artists and copywriters added to the exciting energy of the place. Cheryl loved it.

The executive offices were the farthest from the elevator and she knew her demanding boss would be irritated if he had to wait for his java. As she opened the door and stepped behind her desk, his voice roared out from the phone demanding her presence in his office immediately. She dropped her purse, placed her coffee on the desk, smoothed her dress down and took a deep breath.

"Good morning Mr. Ames." Cheryl said in a cheery voice placing his coffee in front of him with a smile.

"Where have you been?" he demanded.

"Fetching your coffee. It's just 8:30 now, is there a problem?"

"You're always here earlier and the one day I need you is the day you decide to arrive whenever you damn well please?"

"No, you need me every day as evidenced by the last four years of my devoted service. What is the current emergency you need me to handle?" she calmly replied.

"The model isn't here and the photographer is ready to shoot and charging me by the 15 minutes. I thought you said you had confirmed the girl was coming this morning and would be here by now."

"Which catalog are we talking about? The Naughty Toys for Big Girls and Boys or the Pets Playland Products?"

"The dog trainer and her canine models are on time and already shooting. It's the dildo slinger that's late."

"All right, not a problem. I'll call the girl and if she isn't coming, I'll call the agency and get an emergency replacement. The photographer can start taking the static shots that don't require a model. Drink your coffee and take a breath. I got this." Cheryl sauntered out of her boss's office confident that she could fix this problem. It's just another day at the office.

Cheryl put in the ear buds for her company cell phone, dialed the model's number from memory and began walking toward the studio. The phone rang and rang and finally a very strange hoarse voice answered.

"Hello?" the voice croaked. It was impossible to tell if it was male or female.

"Yes, hello, is Shannon there?"

"This is Shannon"

"Oh, this Cheryl from Catalog Creations, we had you scheduled for a product shoot this morning..."

The voice interrupted "I'm sick" and then the only sound was a beep from her phone indicating the call was lost.

Cheryl dialed the modeling agency and discovered there were no models available until Tuesday at the earliest. It seems that only a few models were willing to have their bodies appear in the pages of an adult sex toy catalog.

The photographer was in the studio already working with the light boxes to get the best shots of the products by themselves. This catalog had a print and digital edition. The still shots and some model shots were used in the print catalog.

The models were used to give the consumer an idea of just how big a toy might be in real life. It's all well and good to provide dimensions in a description of a product, but a real woman, holding the dildo, which her hand doesn't encompass, up to her mouth that is clearly not going to fit around the end of it, is so much more informative.


Over Exposed



The digital edition, available only to customers who were also club members, included videos of models using the products. Faces of the models were never included but the videos instructing the proper use of the toys for maximum effect were very popular. This catalog was one of the main customers for Catalog Creations and the owner was a personal friend of Mr. Ames. If the catalogs did not come out on time, Mr. Ames would make sure that heads rolled. Even Cheryl would not be safe from that wrath.

"Hi Mason, how's the shoot going?" Cheryl asked reverting to her cheery office voice.

"Well, the stills are going fine. The light boxes are working and we're cranking out those images. I expected my female model to be here by now. In fact, when I heard you come in I thought you might be her. Any idea when she's coming? I have to get the videos produced today. If we don't stay on the time line I won't be able to finish the edits in time." Mason rattled on as he adjusted a butt plug on the light box that didn't seem to want to stay still.

"Yeah, about that. I just found out our model has some kind of plague and the agency is completely booked out today. I just wanted to check in with you before I take the issue back to Mr. Ames."

"Better you than me. Good luck with that. I'll call up as soon as I have all the stills done. Shouldn't take more than an hour. Perhaps, you'll have a solution by then?"

"I absolutely will. Don't worry. Just keep doing what you're doing."

Cheryl raced back to the executive offices. This was bad news and there was no way to fix it that she could see. Better to tell her boss now than worry about his reaction.

"There are no models available and the model we booked is sick." Cheryl stated in as neutral a tone as possible.

"What exactly does that mean Cheryl?" Mr. Ames looked up from his desk and fixed his eyes on her pinning her to the floor like a bug in an exhibit.

"Mason, the photographer, is doing the stills now and expects to be done in an hour."

"I know who Mason is. What I don't know is how you plan to solve the problem of the missing model." He sternly replied in clear enunciated staccato sounds.

Cheryl hadn't seen her boss this angry in a long time. It was so rare that her planning resulted in failure. His clipped tones and thinned lips were scarier than if he were screaming. Bellowing was normal for Mr. Ames, quiet was dangerous.

"Well sir, our options are limited with this shoot. Belle Modeling works well for us because Naughty Toys doesn't like using skinny models. There are other plus size agencies, but their models don't do sex. If we try an escort agency, it's unlikely we will find a 'natural' body. Fake boobs, lips, butts are fairly standard for that occupation. It's possible the original model will be well enough by Monday or we can have another model in on Tuesday. "

"Neither of those solutions will work. We have to have the stills, including model stills, done, edited and ready for printing by Monday to start the catalog layout. Mason has other jobs, we aren't his only gig. These are the Valentines catalogs. If we miss this deadline Naughty Toys will move their business. And we have to get started on the video shots. They're anticipating having over 100 videos added to their site in support of this catalog. Not all the videos were going to include this model, but the other studio slots are filled. The images and videos will need to be edited and approved. This is our window." Mr. Ames finished his lecture and went silent, continuing to stare at his assistant as if examining a specimen.

After a few deadly, silent moments, the CEO of Catalog Creations rose slowly from his leather executive chair to his full impressive height. He walked slowly around his desk, closing in on his assistant while never taking his eyes off her body. He moved around her humming to himself, making noises that sounded to Cheryl like "it might just work". Cheryl tried not to panic.

Grabbing her hand, Mr. Ames spun around heading for the door. "Come with me."

Cheryl trotted along with her long-legged boss as fast as she could in her 5" stilettos, trying not to get dragged behind him. Mr. Ames was a man on a mission and everyone in the hallway scattered as they saw him coming. Reaching the studio, he threw open the door and shoved Cheryl in announcing to Mason, "I have our replacement model."

"What? NO!" screeched Cheryl.

Mason lifted his head from the light box dangling the chained nipple clamps he had been capturing from his hand. He blinked a couple of times looking from Mr. Ames to Cheryl. He slowly started nodding, a smile emerging on his face. "Yes, she is the perfect substitute."

"Traitor!" snarled Cheryl.

Mason's face lit up in a full grin. "It'll be a pleasure to work with you so directly Cheryl."

"I'll be here the entire time and I'll be doing the direct work with Cheryl." Growled her boss. Like that made the situation any better she thought to herself.

"Works for me. Let's get started. I already have the still shots for the new products. We should start with the model stills and then hopefully get to the video recordings. If we start now, we should be able to get everything done by 12:30, 1 o'clock and I can do some editing before the review meeting at 4." Mason stated like this was just another day at the office. For him it was, for Cheryl it was a complete cluster fuck.

"Great, let's get started." snapped Mr. Ames

"Okay, might as well start with these." Mason smirked holding up the nipple clamps.

"She's going to need her nipples stimulated before we put those on. Why don't we just record the process and then capture the stills after the product is in use?" asked her boss, completely ignoring her horrified look.

"Good idea sir. Much more efficient." Mason quickly agreed.

"Yeah, great." murmured Cheryl.

"Take off your dress. You can leave your panties on but you need to remove your bra."

"I don't have any panties. Can't we use draping?" Cheryl whispered as if saying out loud would somehow make the situation worse.

"Don't worry about it. We're professionals and I've seen everything, more than once." Mason waved a hand in the air as if to wipe away her concern while checking the settings on the camera for video mode.

"You haven't seen my everything." Cheryl argued.

"Quit wasting our time and take off the dress. I distinctly remember you telling me in my office that the missing model was not a problem and I could quit worrying because you 'got this'. Well, guess what, you do." Mr. Ames folded his arms across his chest and stared at his assistant as if willing her dress to disappear.

Cheryl slowly untied the outer belt on her dress. The right hand panel fell loose but still covered her breast. Taking a deep breath, she pulled back the panel and released the inner ties. Mr. Ames stepped behind her as she did this, pulling the dress from her arms and hanging it on a convenient hanger from the standing wardrobe.

"Leave the heels on. It will make doing the fluff work easier for Mr. A here." Mason stated as if he was talking to a real model and not a woman with her Associates degree in business that was an expert in efficiency and assisting a demanding executive. Where had her day gone so wrong?

Cheryl stood naked before the men in just her pearls and heels, waiting as the lighting and camera angles were set. Mr. Ames took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. His arms and hands would be in videos and some of the stills. Her nipples began to pebble on their own in the cool air and with her nervous anticipation. Her boss, always so professional, was about to use her body to showcase adult toys for a website that was seen by thousands and thousands of people.

She was going to be stroked and poked, prodded and pinched all while being filmed. She couldn't decide if it was a fantasy come true or her worst nightmare. If only she had taken more time to hit the gym and had skipped dessert more often. She wrapped her arms tight around herself and tried not to hyperventilate or orgasm.

"Okay, let's get started. Stroke over her nipple, pinch it and roll it making sure it's nice and hard then place the first clamp. We'll pause the filming and then move you to the mark on the other side. Repeat the process and clamp the second nipple. At that point, I can capture a still. We'll complete the video with the removal of the clamps and the massage of the nipples. Any questions?" Mason was all business.

"I have a question. Do I have to remain quiet? Do you want me make specific noises at specific moments of the film?" Cheryl wanted to get this right the first time.

"Oh no sweetheart. You do whatever you want with your voice. You just have to remain in position. The final sound is done later in the studio with an instructional voice over, no moaning on the product vids." Mason shared cheerfully.

"Ready?" Mr. Ames growled.

Cheryl nodded resigned to the fact this was going to happen or she would lose her job. Mason called for action. Mr. Ames licked his fingers and began rolling and pinching her nipples. He was standing behind her working both breasts with his strong digits. She hardened immediately and began softly moaning despite her best efforts to remain quiet. Mr. Ames pulled and pinched and rubbed her to the point her nipples couldn't get any harder. She sucked in a breath as the first biting clamp was applied. The second clamp quickly followed it. She grit her teeth to keep from crying out. He whispered in her ear reassuring words about how good she was doing.

Cheryl had never had nipple clamps applied. She must admit she liked the prep work and even the attraction of having them on her nipples with the sparkly chain dangling in between. It seemed like her nipples were directly attached to her clit. She could feel the moisture gathering on her inner thighs.

"Freeze. Let me get some stills. Perfect" Mason prattled, clicking away with his camera. "Continue."

Her boss released the first clamp and she squealed, cursing him, the maker of the product, and the photographer. He rubbed the blood back into her nipple taking away the sting then reached across and removed the other clamp. As he rubbed the abused nipple back to life, she clamped her legs tight together trying to breathe through the pain and the unexpected pleasure without coming during the first video.

Cheryl looked across to the table with remaining products laid out. The only things she recognized on the table were a small leather flogger and the butt plug Mason had been photographing earlier in the morning. Fear caused her stomach to clench and she bit her lower lip.

"Don't worry. I'll be right here. You're doing great." Mr. Ames whispered in her ear as he gently stroked her arm.

Cheryl watched Mason drag out a platform on wheels. The platform was the size of a coffin, long and narrow. At this point, Cheryl thought a coffin might be more appropriate; she could just die of embarrassment.

He placed the platform over the X she had previously been standing on. On top of the platform he placed a large triangular pillow. He patted the pillow twice and looked to Cheryl. "All ready for you sweetheart. Need you face up with your ass perched on the apex and your legs down the front. Go ahead and spread them for me too."

"What?" she sputtered.

"Don't worry, your face won't be in the video. We need to capture the glass dildo as it enters a vagina. Helps show the size of the head and how the angle of the curve helps to hit a woman's g-spot."

"Get on the pillow Cheryl." Ames stated as he grabbed hold of her elbow to assist her up on the platform. "We have a lot to accomplish in a short amount of time."

Cheryl reacted to the dominant tone in his voice and positioned herself on the pillow as instructed without falling off the narrow platform. Mason leaned over to move her legs but froze at the primal sound that came from her boss.

"Just go behind the camera and tell me what you need."

"Yep, sure thing boss. Just went on autopilot there for a second. Won't happen again." Mason quickly acquiesced.

Cheryl scooted up the pillow a few more inches until she felt like her butt was floating in mid-air. Her high heels were at the very edges of the platform and her pussy was warming under the set lights on full display, wet and shiny like brand new vinyl.

"Mr. A, place the head of the dildo at her opening and I'll grab the still we need. Then work it slowly in and out. I need to get a clear image of the tool all the way in with just the end bulb on the outside. Whenever you're ready."

Ames picked up the dildo, barely noticing it was cold, thinking only of working the tool in and out of his sexy little assistant. She wasn't the only one suffering during this shoot. He was so hard he could pound nails right now. He placed the head of the glass dildo with the blue accents on her slick opening.

Cheryl squealed and almost jumped off the table. "COLD!" she hollered. Mr. Ames held her down as Mason captured the required image. He chuckled as he explained that earlier they had captured the image of the dildo in warm water and then in cold water. The accents would turn colors depending on which temperature was in play. Apparently, the dildo retained the cold pretty well.

Ames started to stroke the dildo slowly in and out of her using her own ample lubrication to ease the movement. The blue accents began to fade as her body warmed the glass. The curve on the tool was stroking her just right. If she reached up and rubbed her clit right now, she would explode.

"Freeze" called Mason and she heard the camera click several stills of the glass dildo embedded deep in her pussy. Her passageway clenched tightly around the invader and she became even wetter. Now, as he pulled and pushed the toy in and out of her, wet sounds echoed in the studio. Both men were breathing heavily watching the beautiful pink flower suck in the glass sculpture.

"Got what you need?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, sure. You can remove that now. There's a tray for the toys that need to be cleaned on the table, just put it in there." Mason panted.

Cheryl pouted. She had been so close. So far today the only man to give her satisfaction was the dream man on the train.

"Next, I need you to turn over and put that fine ass in the air over the edge of the pillow. Get into a relaxed position and spread your knees as far as you can."

"What, what are we doing next?" Each toy seemed to pushing her farther and farther from her comfort zone. Cheryl really wasn't thrilled about putting her big bottom in the air for anyone no matter what adjective Mason had used to describe it.

"Have you ever done any ass play? Dildos, plugs, penis?" Mason asked like most people asked if you had seen the latest Iron Man movie.

"Um, fingers sometimes. Does that count?"

"Your fingers or Jesse's?"

"His"

"Oh yeah, that counts. Those fingers are much longer than anything we're working with today. So, no need to be nervous." Mason continued to adjust his video equipment for the perfect angle.

"Ames, we're going to start the video with you applying lube to her ass and the toy. This is a training kit, so the first toy is really pretty small. She shouldn't have any trouble taking it. Then we are going to remove it and show the open hole. Finally we'll show you lubing the second size and, if she can, taking that one. I need stills with each toy at the opening, before entrance and then at least one with the toy fully engaged. I also want a still as you're pulling it out, right before it pops, so we may need a couple of tries to get both the video and all the stills."

"Got it." Mr. Ames assured the photographer as he picked up the large dispenser of water based lube.

Cheryl looked over her shoulder to the toy table. Standing like little chess pieces were a blue, a red and a white butt plug each one larger than the last. They looked a little bit like pawns on a chessboard. Round heads, skinny necks and broad round bases. They also looked a lot fatter than any finger she had previously had up her ass. Jesse always waited until she was right on the verge of an orgasm before engaging in any anal play. She was always too far-gone to feel nervous or clench up. This was going to be interesting.

Cheryl tried not to tense up or make noise as her boss's fingers stoked the cool lube across her asshole and one finger went in to the first knuckle bringing the lube with it to coat her sensitive ring. She clenched around him, holding him in place. "Relax." he commanded softly in her ear.

"Hold her cheek back with your other hand, rub more lube on the outside with just your first two fingers and pause after it's slicked across ...perfect! Got it."

Cheryl tried to ignore the fact that Mason was photographing her ass being oiled up. Breathing slowly in and out, trying to relax. The faster they got their picture the faster she could put her clothes back on and get out of there.

Ames picked up the little blue ass pawn and coated its bulbous head with the lube. Holding her cheek back with one hand, he placed the product on her puckered little opening. Mason made a satisfied grunt and her boss began pushing the toy into her hole.

Cheryl reached down between her legs and began strumming her clit to distract herself from the stretching and burning happening at her back door. Just as she started to have a mini-gasm as quietly as possible the toy popped in and filled her tiny hole. "Oh!" she squealed. Ames chuckled quietly and patted her butt cheek. Even the gentle pat sent a surge of sensation through her. She lay panting with her head to the side adjusting to the sensation.

Using both hands, he held open her full round butt cheeks so the photographer could capture the image of the toy completely seated in her. Ames turned the base of the toy, preparing to remove it. The sensation was like nothing she had ever experienced. Her hand flew back to her clit rubbing and rubbing seemingly without her knowledge. The plug was released all at once leaving her hole open a little from the violation. Mason snapped the pictures quickly.

"Should we try the next size?"

Mason looked over at their substitute model. She cooed softly to herself enjoying the last of her second real orgasm of the day.

"If we can get her to take the red one, the second size up, it will add visual interest to the next product vids. There's nothing like a spot of red to draw the eye. Let's move quickly while she's still blissed out."

Her boss quickly lubed the red training plug and added more to her now open asshole. Pressing firmly as she stretched to accommodate the lager size. The round red base contrasted beautifully with her pale, peaches and cream skin. Mason snapped a picture that the catalog would never see. It was just for him.

He and Ames hadn't worked a girl together like this since their fraternity days. The rhythm was coming back and it was all he could do not to drop his pants and slide his dick in her mouth. As it was, he might come in his jeans like some green boy at any moment. He had worked with a lot of models, but they were disconnected and robotic. No emotion. Mason could feel the trust and desire coming off their little amateur in waves. He could smell her sweet throbbing pussy and at this point the scene was just as much torture for him as it was for her.

"Turn her over. Let's do the ben-wah balls. We have the large ones in a holster with a string that we need to photograph. We should video them going in, one, then the next, then have you pull the string and remove them pausing after each one. You shouldn't need much lube as hard as she just came. Maybe, just a light coating on the balls directly."

"Ok, but after this, she gets a break. She's been on this damn wedge for 45 minutes."




Over Exposed



"Sure, no problem. I could use a break myself."

The glossy black balls shone as brightly as her slicked inner lips. Mr. Ames used two long fingers to hold open her pretty petals as he slid one ball and then the next inside her. The rubber holder kept the balls from moving around too much and the thin string hung out of her, waiting for his tug.

"I changed my mind. Let's take a break now. She needs to get up and get some water. These lights are damned hot."

"Ok, do you want to film the removal first?"

Ames gave Mason an evil little grin and said, "No, lets see how these work together on our pretty girl." He was reliving their shared past as well.

Cheryl peered up at Ames from a sexual haze. He was removing the wedge from underneath her legs. He picked her up from the platform and set her on her legs only to watch them shake and nearly fold beneath her. Wrapping an arm around her waist and dragging her arm across his shoulders he got her to move away from the lights. He sat her in a large purple velvet chair and handed her a bottle of water.

"Drink beautiful. You are doing an amazing job. But, I think I let you go too long under those lights without a break."

Cheryl was no longer concerned with her nudity. Sitting on the butt plug, holding the black shiny balls in her sheath, she couldn't think straight. She sipped on the water and wondered what could possibly be next.

Mason moved in a round table covered with a white silk drape and placed it over the X under the lights. He looked over at his employer and gave the signal that he was ready to continue with the shoot if they were.

Ames picked up his sexy naked assistant and placed her on the table. He pushed her back gently from her chest until she rested on her elbows. He stepped between her legs and carefully placed them so they were spread far apart.

"Doing okay Cheryl?"

"Mmm, just fine. What are we going to play with next boss man?" Cheryl slurred out.

"First we need to get the ben-wah balls out and then we have some jewelry for you to try on. You're going to love it." encouraged Mason

Behind the camera, Mason recorded the slow removal of the shiny black balls from the prettiest pussy he had seen in a long time. He was going to have serious masturbation sessions during the editing and reviewing of these images. Cheryl didn't even know how sexy she was. Mason felt some serious envy thinking of the lucky fucker who got to sleep with her every night.

"The next item is going to be a challenge." Mason started

"Worse than the butt plugs?" Cheryl interrupted, concerned.

"Afraid so. Anal plugs just go in. For this next one, we are going to have to tease that little bitty clitty out of her cave so that we can adorn her properly."

"You're going to pierce me? I never agreed to body modification. I am drawing the line..."

"It's not piercing or body modification. It's called Clitoris Jewels. It works by sliding around your clit after we, I mean Mr. A, makes it very happy. The legs of the clip slide down the sides and the jewels hang off providing additional stimulation."

"Do I need to get the lube?" Ames asked the phototgrapher.

"No boss, you're going to need to use your spit. Lube'll have the thing slip sliding around before it even goes on."

"Got it. Ready to go pretty girl?"

"I- I don't know. How exactly does this work?"

"Don't worry about the technical details, just relax and I'll take care of you."

"Are you sure?"

Ames didn't reply. Instead he took two fingers and placed them at her mouth as he commanded her to lick. She wet his fingers as quickly and completely as she could. Holding her labia open, he stroked the wet fingers over her clit. Instead of returning for more saliva, he quickly dipped his digits in her dripping pussy and continued to stroke. He held the hood back exposing her clit and quickly slid the clip home.

"How's that feel?" he asked her concerned for her comfort.

"Is it supposed to hurt?"

"No, when it's on right, it should just feel present, not painful." Mason chimed in as he captured the still image he needed.

"Oh, well, then I suppose its just right. I doesn't hurt, it just feels a little weird."

"Good. Now, I want you to stand for me with your legs slightly apart so that the jewelry can dangle."

"You want my legs apart for this?"

"Yeah sweetheart, your pretty pouting clit is the star of this round of photos."

Cheryl stood with the help of Mr. Ames and felt the weight of the jewels pulling even more pleasure out of her over-stimulated clit. She loved the sensation and the idea of wearing jewels on her privates. She might have to get something like this to surprise Jesse.

"Can I leave it on for the next photos? I feel so pretty with it."

"That should be okay for the next couple of products, just make sure to keep lubricating. You don't want that pretty clit to dry out. Also, if it starts to hurt at all let me know right away."

"I can do that." she replied with a saucy smirk.

Ames couldn't believe how well Cheryl was doing modeling the toys for the shoot. She was enjoying herself and her exhibitionist nature was taking over. He always appreciated her work, but now he had a whole new level of respect. It was time to wrap this project up so he could get back to his office. He needed some relief.

"Let's wrap this up. This wasn't part of my schedule today" snarled Ames. He was so hard it was unbearable.

"We should do the mini-flogger next. It looks like a key chain a kid might make in summer camp, but in the right hands, it performs perfectly. Do you need any instructions or practice with it boss?" Mason smiled up at Ames enjoying the fact the other man's sexual frustration was as big as his own.

"I'm sure I can manage to color that bottom perfectly. You just get the images right lens-boy." Ames gritted out between his teeth.

Both men groaned as they looked to their model as she removed her fingers from her mouth and started petting her bedazzled pussy with the moisture. Her glassy eyed glaze let them know just how much she was enjoying herself.

Ames got Cheryl standing in front of the table and bent over at the waist. She moaned as the jewelry dangled between her legs, swinging lightly. He picked up the miniature flogger and tried to get a feel for how it would need to be flicked to get the right impact.

"Ready?" Mason asked

"Sure." he replied as he applied the first flick of the flogger to the gorgeous backside in front of him.

Cheryl giggled, the flogger felt like butterfly kisses. Ames continued flicking, covering her skin with the leather tassels evenly and consistently. Her ass had already been pinked early this morning. The impacts began overlapping, repeatedly striking the same places. It began to sting and the sting began to heat her. She could feel her juices moving down her thighs over flowing the banks of her already drenched pussy.

"Ok, let's break there and get her into the panties." Mason ordered.

Cheryl moaned. The orgasm was right there! How could he be such an asshole? Ames chuckled at what he clearly understood was torture for his assistant. He knew she was close and was prepared to take her over the edge. He had to admire Mason's timing.

Mason handed Ames the crotchless, backless panties. He was going to have to help their model into them and arrange her jewelry for proper viewing. Ames pulled Cheryl up from the table ignoring her protests and turned her to face him. He knelt down to assist her with getting her pretty little feet in the correct holes of the garment and found himself staring right at her glistening, bejeweled puss. The sweet musky smell was intoxicating and he wanted to lean forward and bury his face in her while he lapped up all her honey. Instead he mentally slapped himself, thinking this was not the time or the place. Can't happen.

"Step in." he growled.

Cheryl giggled and grabbed his shoulder for balance while she tried to place her stiletto-clad foot into the correct opening of these panties that were designed to cover nothing.

"No, that's not going to work. Let me help you." He removed her shoe and placed her foot through the hole and returned it to the shoe. He repeated the process on the other side. As he began sliding the panties up her shapely calves, Mason called "Freeze."

She felt like a little girl wearing her mama's shoes and jewelry with her panties around her ankles. She felt vulnerable and clung to Ames's shoulder a little harder.

"Ames, step out of the image. I want to get a still with the angle looking down at the panties as they are coming up her legs, that way the crotchless opening will be easily seen and people understand how to put them on."

As he stepped away, Cheryl felt the loss of her protector. Somehow having the panties on, but not on, made her feel more naked than she had before she stepped into the odd garment.

"Got it. Let's keep going." Mason stepped back from the model.

Cheryl leaned over to pull up the panties. Before she could grab them, Ames was there, on one knee, gently sliding them up her legs, the silk rubbing up her thighs. As they reached her pelvis, he tapped her inner leg and said, "Open." She moved her legs apart and he reached up to guide the clitoris jewels through the crotchless opening. The feel of his fingers and the pull of the jewels had Cheryl mewling like a kitten as even more cream was released.

"Turn." He instructed as he spun her around and adjusted the stretchy lace of the bands that framed her beautiful pink tush.

"Spectacular!" Mason swore. "Lean forward a little sweetheart so we can see the jewels and that pink ass. This image will sell a thousand pairs of these panties. Every man is going to want his woman to look like this. Flog her a couple more times for the video so that we can show how 'fit for purpose' these delectable little scraps are."

As the flogger connected, Cheryl's body released the strongest orgasm she could remember having. She collapsed onto the table, her legs shaking. Ames picked her up in his arms; she was completely limp. "Out!" he bellowed as he placed her on a chaise lounge in the far recesses of the dark room. Gently he spread her lips, moving her legs apart with his elbows and slid the jeweled clip from her swollen clit. He took off her shoes and slid the panties off her.

He found a folded blanket on a shelf and grabbed another bottle of water. Returning to her side, he covered her with the blanket and then sat down on the edge of the lounge and held the water to her lips. He mumbled praises about how good she was and how hard she had worked.

Mason wrapped her tightly in the blanket and lifted her in arms again. It was lunchtime and most, if not all, of the employees would be out of the office or in the lunchroom. He could move her now with minimal witnesses.

Part 3 of 5.

Cheryl looked up at the man standing over her. "I need my clothes."

"Why?" he asked handing her a sandwich from the café that delivered.

She wriggled around trying to figure out how to get her arms out of the blanket without exposing herself. He reached over and pulled it down exposing her upper half and releasing her arms. She snatched up the ends of the blanket and covered her breasts. She took the sandwich he offered as he chuckled at her belated modesty.

"I'm at work. I have an appointment I have to leave for in 1 hour. I have an editorial meeting to attend at 4 to take minutes. Clothing is not optional."

"Too bad."

"Look Mr. Ames, I did what I had to so that our company was not impacted this morning. But I am still your employee."

 "And an amazing job you did..." he interrupted.

"But you can't just keep me in your office naked. I have other work to do. My real job. And that job requires clothing."

"Fine. Eat your lunch. I'll go back to the studio and get your dress and shoes. Anything else you want while I'm there?" he grinned at her lecherously.

"No, the dress and shoes are all I need. Thank you." She replied primly.

"I'll just have Mason bag up the other accessories for you."

"What do you mean?"

"Well the toys go to the model that worked with them. We can't keep them here and Naughty Toys can't take them back. They're yours. I hope you get hours of pleasure from them." He threw over his shoulder as he left the office.

"Bastard." She mumbled as she fell on the sandwich like a starving woman.

Ames returned with a garment bag and two accessory bags. Cheryl stood up and realized she had a small problem. The red butt plug was still firmly in place. Her blush did not go unnoticed by her observant boss.

"What's the problem?"

"I still have one of the accessories." She whispered hesitantly.

"Actually, you have all of them" he grinned holding up the bag.

"No, I mean I still have one in use."

Ames thought for a second. Grinned and walked over to the couch she had previously occupied. "Need some help with that?" he asked sitting down and patting his lap.

Cheryl grimaced. She was running out of time before she needed to leave for her doctor's appointment. She had promised Jesse she would go to the fertility specialist today. If she delayed the appointment again he would be devastated.

"Fine." Cheryl bit off as she walked to his side and dropped the blanket. No reason for modesty now.

"Hold on. I think I might have better light over here by the desk. You can use the desk to brace yourself. It might need a strong tug to get it past your ring since it has been in so long." He smirked.

"You're enjoying this way to much."

"You have no idea." He placed her over the desk with her ass facing the windows. Gee, this was familiar Cheryl mused.

"Spread your legs a little wider." He said pushing apart her cheeks with his hand. "By the way, I still think we need to discuss what went wrong with the modeling schedule and why I should trust you to book the models in the future."

"What? That was beyond my control. Oof." She grunted as he spun the toy in her ass.

"Yes, well, I lost half a day to your out of control situation. You got the reward of multiple orgasms and toys to take home. What did I get out of deal?" He began pulling on the toy, putting pressure on her sphincter.

"You got the images you needed for the catalog. And videos. What more do you want? Ooh!" she panted as she recovered from the toy being removed.

Ames pressed his hand to her lower back and growled, "Don't move." She heard a drawer open and then a zipper. He removed his hand and in a couple of seconds she felt his latex covered head pressing at her asshole.

"I'll tell you what I want. I want my dick in this open pink ass. It's ready and waiting for me." He moved his head into her hole and despite the stretched opening, his cock forced her open even more causing her to suck in a gasping breath.

"But, wait, I've never done this before. I don't think I'll like it." She whined.

"You'll love it. And so will I. And the people watching from their office windows will like it too." He slammed his cock all the way into her, the left over lube from the toy and the lube on the condom easing his forceful entry.

Ames pounded in and out of her like a man possessed. He held onto her hip with his left hand in a punishing grip that was sure to leave a mark. His other hand was working her barely recovered clit.

Cheryl moaned, calling for God, and Ames, and begging for release. She felt her boss's cock swell even larger in her rectum and his balls that had been slapping at her pussy, became tighter and firmer. "Come with me sweetheart", he purred into her ear as he reached under her and stroked her sensitized clit. She came with him, so hard she saw stars. She screamed as her boss roared and erupted in her channel.

She collapsed onto the desk and lay there panting. Mr. Ames was laid across her back covering her. She could feel the buttons of his dress shirt pressing into her spine as he too panted in recovery. The heat of his body providing comforting warmth was gone too soon.

He pressed up from the desk kissing her at the base of her back right above her cheeks. "That was incredible sweetheart." He praised her as he slid his now soft shaft from her. Disposing of the condom and straightening his clothes he walked over to the garment bag hanging on the door. "Let's get you dressed so you can make your appointment."

"We're going to need to talk about my compensation. Ass fucking was never in my contract." Cheryl huffed wondering how this was going to change her relationship with Jesse.

Cheryl slid from the cab holding her dress together. She felt like she had only worn the dress for a few minutes today and the day was more than half over. Good thing it was made from a wrinkle free fabric. She looked up at the huge building in front of her and checked the card again for Dr. Gerald Bronstein, OB/Gyn. She had to go to the appointment because she promised, but she was dreading it.

The nurse guided her to the exam room and instructed her to have a seat. Dr. Bronstein would be with her shortly. Jerry Bronstein was right outside the exam room door reviewing the file of his buddy's woman. She didn't know that they had gone to school together. He was a couple years ahead of Jesse and had gone on to medical school. They kept in touch, occasionally meeting up for a drink and to remember their wild escapades. He knocked lightly on the door and entered after hearing a soft voice respond.

Cheryl looked up at the man entering the office. He was wearing a white coat, so she assumed he was the doctor, but he didn't appear that much older than her. His sandy blond locks were a little on the long side and his hazel eyes conveyed a sweet kindness. She took a deep breath and tried to relax.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Bronstein." The man reached out his hand to her and she replied with her name as she felt the warm soft palm in her own hand. His hand was large and wrapped all the way around hers in a comforting squeeze. "So, what can I help you with today?"

"Well," Cheryl started to answer hesitantly, "I'm not completely sure what I need. I've been on the pill for over 5 years, but I want to stop using it soon. I don't know what needs to happen and my doctor has retired."

"I see. It sounds like you are probably due for an exam? And your pills are probably in need of a refill but you aren't sure if you want to continue using that method. Does that about cover it?"

"Yes." Cheryl was relieved. He seemed to be able to understand what she meant in spite of her nerves impeding her conversation.

"Are you sexually active now?" He knew the answer, but wanted to see how she would respond.

Cheryl blushed to her roots and answered, "Yes."

"Do you experience any pain during intercourse?"

"Only if he wants me to." She mumbled then blushed unable to believe she had said that out loud.

"What was that?" Jerry hid the laughter he felt bubbling up. Apparently, Jesse hadn't changed at all in his sexual preferences.

"No, no pain due to intercourse." She stated confidently to hide her previous disclosure.

"Ok, why don't we go ahead and get the exam done first then we can discuss your options for birth control. I'll step out and if you'll please disrobe completely and hop up on the exam table we can get you on your way." He smiled as he walked toward the door.

"Doctor? What about a dressing gown?" she looked up at him nervously.

"I'm so sorry. We had a problem with our laundry service. You're my last patient of the day. If you want we can reschedule. I understand if you're uncomfortable doing the exam without it."

Rescheduling would be a nightmare. Jesse would be disappointed. It really didn't matter since the doctor was going to be seeing everything anyway. "No, it's no problem. I would rather just get this done."

Jesse was going to owe him one. He couldn't believe that sweet woman in the exam room had bought the laundry service lie he and Jesse had concocted. Jesse had told him all about her being a closet exhibitionist. He was happy to help his old classmate provide a fantasy, especially since the woman in question was so completely unaware how sexy she really was.




Over Exposed



"Doctor, do you need me to stay?" his nurse asked while glancing at the clock showing it was past time for her to leave.

"No, no. It's fine. I am just going to discuss birth control options with this patient. No blood draw or anything that needs to be at the lab immediately. You go ahead and have a nice weekend. See you Monday." He smiled reassuringly at his best and sharpest employee.

"Ok, you too." She grabbed her purse and exited the office before he could change his mind.

Jerry opened the door to the exam room to find his sexy patient sitting completely naked on the exam table. He moved around to face her and noticed her hands folded in her lap, hiding her privates as best she could.

"All set?"

Cheryl nodded but didn't make eye contact.

"Ok then. I need you to lie back and place your hands behind your head. I'm going to start with a breast exam."

He rubbed his hands together briskly to warm them before placing them under each breast and lifting slightly, weighing them and looking for any dimples or any other anomalies. He gently ran his thumbs across her pretty dark pink nipples. Cheryl sucked in a breath as her pussy clenched with the unexpected stimulation.

"You're very sensitive. Are you always so tender?" He moved both hands to one breast and began palpating the tissue.

"No, not usually. It's been an unusual day." She admitted shyly.

"Oh, want to tell me what happened?" He moved to the next breast, taking his time and enjoying his job. She had beautiful breasts and the nipples were just getting tighter and tighter as he continued to work her.

Cheryl found herself wanting to tell this kind stranger about her day. Maybe if she told her story out loud it would start to make sense. She told him about the stranger on the train and about all the sex toys she had modeled. She didn't notice that he had continued to stroke her breasts and pull at her tender hard buds. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter and her kind doctor was getting harder and harder.

Taking a deep breath, he released her. "That does explain your tender breasts dear." He reassured her. Turning from her, he adjusted his throbbing member in his pants so that he would be able to sit on the rolling stool.

"Now we're going to do your pelvic exam. So, I need you to scoot down on the table until your bottom is at the very edge of the table. I am going to extend the stirrups for you to brace your feet." Jerry leaned over and moved the stirrups up and out breathing deeply through his nose. He could smell her sweet arousal and see her moist juicy response.

Cheryl placed her bare feet on the cold metal stirrups. Her knees bent and she could see down her body across her bare mound. She wiggled her pale pink painted toes cringing at the contact with the cold metal. Her last doctor had always placed little socks over the metal but she had always thought it was a little dirty and wondered who had their feet there before her. This was colder, but much cleaner.

Jerry pulled a pillow from the storage cabinet in the table. "Lift your head dear." He placed it under her head, letting her relax her arms next to her body. Jerry trailed his hand down the center of her body between her breasts, down her belly, across her navel and paused at her bare mound. His warm hand rested there on top of her puffy skin. He looked at her and asked, "Do you always shave yourself bare?"

"Well, my partner prefers it. Sometime I go to a waxer, but I try to keep it up myself in between times."

"I know a reputable laser hair removal practitioner if you would like a referral. If you are always going to want to be bare you could go to her and remove it permanently. It takes a few sessions, but then you have no stubble ever." He had begun to rub gently back and forth over her denuded sex continuing to talk in an even tone.

"Yes, please." She responded breathlessly.

His hand left her mound, caressing her leg and he continued around the table to take his place at the end of her body. He snagged the little stool on wheels and dragged it over to him never losing contact with her skin. Sitting down on the stool, he pressed gently on her knees.

"Open for me, dear." He breathed deeply and exhaled his hot breath across her glistening lips. He stroked down her lips and gently parted her taking in every detail.

"This poor little pussy has worked hard today." He touched her sensitive clit that still stood at attention. Cheryl sucked in a breath and squirmed on the table.

"I'm going to take this slow and try not to cause you any discomfort. I need to feel your ovaries and the end of your cervix. I'm going to place my fingers inside you and it may be uncomfortable, but it won't be painful. Tell me immediately if you feel any pain." He spoke into her pussy, staring intently.

"I'm ready." Cheryl shivered with unexpected desire. She wanted to feel this gentle man's fingers inside her. She was quivering from the sensation of his breath on her hot wet opening.

Standing, the doctor dragged his fingers through her abundant nectar. There was no need for lube and he needed to be inside her without the barrier of latex. He wished he could push his cock inside her instead of just his fingers, but he had promised Jesse he wouldn't, no matter how tempted. At the time he made that promise, he hadn't imagined how difficult it would be to keep.

He pressed his first two digits deep inside her, exploring all of her depths. He used his other hand and pressed down on her belly moving her organs into the range of his feel. He stroked over every inch of her womanly parts, her cervix, her vagina and finally pressed right on her g-spot at the same moment his thumb pressed firmly on her clit.

Cheryl had been moaning louder and louder and at the moment he hit her triggers inside and out she screamed out "Oh Yes! Doctor! Please!" and began whimpering and writhing in pleasure. Jerry just stared at the beautiful sight of Jesse's woman coming completely undone.

"Oh God. I'm so sorry. I was just so sensitive and you hit the right spots. I can't believe I came..." Cheryl wailed.

"Stop it. Lots of women respond to an exam. You have nothing to worry about. You're perfect." Jerry told her as she came down from her heights of ecstasy. He finished the exam quickly, skipping the usual anal exam. He wasn't sure he could trust himself to spend anymore time alone with this woman.

"Get dressed and I'll give you some brochures on the various birth control options available. You should consider them and discuss them with your partner. I'll book a follow-up appointment for you and have my staff call you. I'm so pleased I'll be able to be your doctor." He stated as formally as he could with his raging cock attempting to burst out of his pants.

"Yes, me too, Doctor. Thank you." Cheryl mumbled rising slowly to sit up. Naked, but no longer embarrassed.

It wasn't until later that she realized the doctor hadn't done the usual swabbing of her cervix. She didn't miss the speculum. She always dreaded that part of a female exam. She supposed he would do it on the next visit after she and Jesse had decided on their new prevention method.

Part 4 of 5

Cheryl arrived back at the Catalog Creations offices shortly before the editorial review meeting. She was nervous about the images and videos that would be shared with her co-workers. They wouldn't know that the images they were seeing were of her, but she would. She felt a clenching in her stomach thinking about her body on display for the opinion of others.

She went through her usual meeting prep routine in the main conference room. The coffee cart was set up. The audio-visual equipment was on and connected. The blinds on the large windows were closed so that the images would be easy to see from any point around the large conference room table.

Cheryl poured a cup of coffee for herself and took her usual seat ready to take notes on any actions items decided during the meeting. The account manager, Audry Kim, came along with her right hand assistant Becca. The print layout manager came in, followed by the web site content manager. Everyone was milling around, getting coffee and water and settling around the table when Mr. Ames arrived.

He looked pointedly at Cheryl and instead of sitting in his usual place he grabbed a bottle of water and placed himself right next to her. She looked at him curiously, but he just smiled.

"Ready?" he said quietly.

"Of course." She replied matter of factly.

"Team, we'll get started as soon as Mason gets here. I just spoke to him and he was moving everything to portable media after a marathon session of editing. This is the first round of shots and videos for the Valentine's Naughty Toys catalogs. Several new products were included in this round, so I need you to be on your game and make sure we have the shots and angles that we need for quality production."

Cheryl knew he was mostly filling time until Mason arrived. There wasn't a person in the room who didn't know how critical this catalog run was to the customer and to the company. Cheryl was expecting strong criticism and many requests for new shots or retakes. She told herself it wouldn't matter who the model was for this round of shots. Everyone was going to want to put their mark on the product and the demand for perfection would be high.

Mason arrived looking completely wrung out. He still managed to shoot Cheryl a wink and a saucy grin as he plugged in the USB drive containing all the work from the day.

"You guys are going to love this work. I think it's the best I've ever done on a first round with new products. We had a new model in the studio today and her work was completely fresh. Her body really highlighted the value these products can bring to the discerning consumer. So, without further ado, let's get started. "

Mason brought up the first image of Cheryl's nipples red and hard, pinched by the tiny clamps with the shiny chain. Just seeing the image brought back a body memory of all the sensations she'd experienced hours earlier. Moisture began to pool in her pussy and her stomach clenched.

"I'm going to cycle slowly through the stills one time. If you want to discuss an image, let me know. "

Images appeared larger than life on the conference room screen.

"How much digital adjustment has already been made to these images?"

"Almost none." replied Mason, "I just cropped them and selected the best images from the duplicate shots. The are essentially raw."

"Wow, you weren't kidding about having a responsive model. Nice work man."

Cheryl couldn't track who was speaking she was so turned on knowing they were viewing and discussing her body. She watched as the images came up and basked in the positive comments almost anonymously. The images continued to trigger her body's sense memory. If she didn't think of something else she was going to orgasm in front of everyone without even being touched.

Her pussy accepting the glass dildo, her ass in the air with the butt plug being pushed in, the shiny black ben-wah balls half in and half out of her clearly wet vagina. Cheryl was ready to come and Mason hadn't started the videos. She was naked in front of a room full of people while still fully dressed. The experience of being hidden and exposed was mind blowing.

The clitoral jewelry image popped up on the screen, her engorged clit shiny and swollen, and the entire room erupted in involuntary moans and groans. It was as if they could feel what she had experienced just from viewing the very close up image. Cheryl was so flustered by their reaction to the extremely intimate picture that she almost released the orgasm that had been building. She flinched, knocking her coffee off the table and all over herself.

"Oh crap. Sorry. Please excuse me. Go on without me. I'll be back as soon as I deal with this." She babbled as she bolted from the room. She ran straight to the ladies room. How was she going to clean her dress? Jesse was taking her to dinner in less than two hours. The fabric was dark, but she drank her coffee with cream. She had to get the liquid out of her dress now and somehow dry it.

With no other solution, she removed her dress and began rinsing it in the sink trying to ignore the reflection of her naked body in the large mirror over the sinks and the additional image reflected from the full-length mirror behind her. She was being bombarded with images of her tits and ass being repeated infinitely.

"Cheryl?" a voice with a slight southern twang called from the door. "Are you alright?"

"Um, hold on. I just need a few more minutes!" Cheryl stopped wringing out her dress and tried to shake out the saturated fabric. If she could just get the dress out of the big ball it was in, she could hide her naked body.

"Mr. Ames was worried," Ms. Kim came around the corner, "and I offered to check on you."

Realizing there was no point in continuing to try to conceal herself, Cheryl put the dripping dress over the sink.

"You'll have to excuse me. I just thought if I could get the coffee out of the dress, I could use the hand dryer to dry the fabric. It should work. It's that easy travel fabric that doesn't wrinkle. And I did start out with underwear this morning, but it's just been a very strange and long day. And, I keep ending up with out my clothes on in the worst places. I'm so sorry. I'm so embarrassed. I just don't understand how so many things could go so wrong and I'm supposed to go to dinner as soon as this meeting is over..."

"Cheryl, breathe! You're okay." Audrey placed her hand gently on her shoulder and stroked down her back. "No one's mad at you, they were just concerned. You know they can't have a productive meeting without you."

Cheryl stopped what she was doing and looked at the woman through the reflection in the mirror. Audrey was petting her skin so gently.

"You are so beautiful, Cheryl. Your pictures are incredible. How did he ever get you to pose?" She spoke to Cheryl's back in such a soft voice it was as if she was speaking to herself.

"Wh-what do you mean?" automatically denying her modeling role.

"I wasn't sure until I saw your perfect breasts in person. I suspected when you reacted so strongly to the images. You've been in these meetings a dozen times and never been so flushed and flustered. You gave your self away, sugar."

"Does everyone know?"

"I don't think so. Mason won't tell. I assume Mr. Ames was behind this?"

"Yes, I told him I would handle it when our model didn't show. I couldn't fix it, so he put me to work to save the project."

"I think it was a brilliant decision on his part, but you did too good a job. Mason's going to want you for every shoot. You made his job too easy." Audrey smiled.

She hadn't stopped petting Cheryl's soft pink skin as she calmed her with her husky drawl. Cheryl forgot her nudity. Audrey clasped her shoulders and turned Cheryl to face her. Caressing the beautiful girl's cheek, she leaned forward and whispered "So perfect" as she placed her lips on Cheryl's full soft lips. Testing her responsiveness, she brushed her lips gently back and forth.

Cheryl opened her mouth to speak and instead received Audrey's small firm tongue in her mouth. She responded automatically to Audrey's penetration. Taking the response as license to proceed, Audrey slowly traced her hand from Cheryl's shoulder, down along the outside of her breast, caressing up and reaching out with her thumb to stroke once across the rosy nipple. Cheryl's responsive bud hardened immediately and the electric surge shocked her out of her trance. She pulled back from Audrey's lips.

"Stop." Breathed Cheryl.

Audrey's dark eyes bored into Cheryl's. "What's wrong?"

"I don't think I can do this, what you want to do. I...Jesse...Mr. Ames...I work with you." Cheryl mumbled, confused by what she was feeling with another woman. She didn't go that way, did she? The whole day was completely screwing with her head.

"Shh. Nothing has to happen Cheryl. I just happen to find you very attractive." Audrey gently stoked her arm as she spoke in calming tones. "I have for a long time, and seeing you naked, here, I just couldn't resist a taste. Now, I'm going to help you with your dress. And while I am doing that, I am going to be admiring you. The pictures are great, but you, in the flesh, are so much better. I won't touch you, unless of course you ask or initiate. OK?"

"Um, yes?"

"OK." Audrey retrieved the dress. "Is the coffee completely rinsed out?"

"I think so."

"Then I'm going to get the hanger I keep in my office for my jackets. We'll hang your dress from the hand dryer and just keep hitting the button until it's dry enough to wear. Wait right here."

"I don't think I'm really dressed to go anywhere else." Cheryl grinned. "Thank you Audrey, for helping and understanding."

"Of course" She responded over her shoulder walking out of the restroom.

Cheryl melted onto the bench thankful that the bathroom was large enough to include a lounge area for the women. If not, she would be on the floor right now. Her legs didn't want to work anymore. Her day, when she considered it, was completely out of control. How many people had seen her naked today? Could she continue to consider herself a closet exhibitionist after everything that had happened? And damn, she really wanted to come again. She had been so close in the conference room. Audrey petting her and kissing her hadn't turned her off as she might have expected, it had only added to her sexual tension. Maybe she should quickly "rub one out" before Audrey returned.

Cheryl turned on the bench so she could see herself in the full-length mirror. Kicking off her heels, she laid back and brought her bare feet up on the bench close to her ass and spread her knees apart. Her lips were puffy and wet from her excitement. She reached down, caressing her slightly rounded belly, down over her bare mound and spread those luscious lips apart with her fingers. Her pussy was deep pink and so wet. She began to caress her clit with her first two fingers, slipping down into her well to coat them and bringing the lubrication back up. Over and over again, rubbing harder, dipping deeper, she started to shake and moan. Almost there, she opened her eyes, which had closed at some point, and saw Mr. Ames and Ms. Kim starting at her in the mirror from the bathroom entry. She exploded. Shaking uncontrollably, her own hand captured between her thighs as they clamped in response to the overwhelming pleasure. She could do nothing but ride it out, finishing the show for her admiring audience.

Cheryl quickly came down from her high and in a moment of clarity, was completely embarrassed. She turned red, and rolled to her side. Hiding her nudity if only partially.

Mr. Ames spoke first. " I came to check on you and heard what I thought was crying. I came in because you didn't respond when I called you. I wanted to make sure you were all right. You're obviously fine. I'll see you back in the conference room." He turned and left.

"Sugar, don't worry about him. He stood there with his mouth open drooling and didn't hear me come in. He's just embarrassed I caught him in his voyeuristic moment. Let's get this dress dried."

"I can't believe he caught me masturbating in the company bathroom. I'm supposed to be an executive assistant. Not a toy model. Not a horny bitch that can't keep from touching herself. What is wrong with me?" Cheryl cried.

"Nothing's wrong with you. I'd say you did the exact right thing in the exact right place given the circumstances. I'm just glad I got to see it. When I get home tonight, I'll be having my own session and this mental movie will be driving my pleasure." Audrey winked at Cheryl. "Not that I needed more after the photo shoot images and our little moment together. But, it sure is appreciated."




Over Exposed



"Glad I could help." Cheryl responded slightly sarcastically. She was still embarrassed from being busted in a very personal moment. But, she did appreciate Ms. Kim's attempt to help her. "I can finish up here. I'll see you in the conference room. Thank you."

"You're welcome sugar. See you in there." Audrey said as she left taking one last look at the naked woman that would be fueling her own masturbation this evening. She hadn't been this turned on without an outlet since her sorority days at Texas Tech.

Cheryl arrived back at the conference room in her efficient executive assistant persona. Drying the dress with a wall-mounted hand dryer took longer than she expected but the dress held up well to the abuse. She was just in time to watch Mason finish shutting down the ceiling mounted projector.

"Sorry I didn't make it back, Mason. My wardrobe malfunction took longer to rectify than I expected. Was Mr. Ames very angry?" Cheryl mumbled as she began tidying the conference room automatically.

"Don't worry about it. Are you ok?"

"Oh, I'm fine I guess. I just ...I have a dinner date and I couldn't go reeking of stale coffee. Do you have to reshoot many of the pictures?"

"Sweetheart, we don't have to reshoot a thing. They loved your responsive body as much as the camera did. The only issue we have is they want this 'amazing model' for every catalog."

"Seriously. What did Mr. Ames say?" Cheryl squeaked.

"Oh, he didn't commit either way. But, between you an me, if he could be your fluffer for every shoot, I bet he'd go for it." Mason grinned.

"I don't think so. It was an experience, but not something I want to repeat. Especially for three catalogs a year! You'll just have to make do without me Mr. Camera Man." Cheryl huffed.

Mason laughed on his way out the door. Cheryl thought she heard him say, "We'll see", as he walked away. No way was she signing up for being a sex toy model. It was an interesting experience, but she was a good executive assistant. The best even. Her inner exhibitionist could just shut the hell up and quit jumping up and down with all the praise she had apparently received. It wasn't happening again.

Part 5 of 5

Cheryl stood on the sidewalk in front of her office building. It was 6:40 and she knew she was in trouble before she read his text: "Where are you? You're LATE. We're circling the block again. Get your perfect ass out here!" She was trying to text a response when the black town car pulled up and the back passenger side door opened. "Get in", a voice growled from the dark.

Cheryl dumped her phone in her purse and hotfooted it to the door. As she moved to get in the car gracefully, arms grabbed her about the waist yanking her in. She was face down across Jesse's lap when he pulled the car door shut. "Drive."

"I'm sorry. I had to tidy the conference room after the last meeting and I was getting the meeting notes from Mason. My dress..." Cheryl gasped as her dress was pulled up exposing her naked ass and the sharp sting from a slap registered in her brain.

Cheryl turned her head to see the driver quickly look away from the rear view mirror. He hadn't missed a thing. Nine more swats impacted her bare bottom before she could even register what was happening.

"That's for being late. Now, where are your panties, baby girl?" Jesse spoke so low it was just a rumble of sound. Cheryl knew he was pissed.

"I lost them." She whispered.

"Excuse me? How, exactly, did you lose your panties?" Jesse was untying the belt on her dress as he began his interrogation.

"Well, I lost them this morning, on the train." She couldn't lie to him, but she really didn't want to tell him about her commute that morning.

"You lost your panties on the train. Did they fall off?" he drawled.

"N-no. Someone cut them off." She stuttered.

"Someone cut off your panties, on the train? Is that all that happened?" He was getting quieter and scarier.

Cheryl wiggled on his lap. She was uncomfortable having to tell Jesse about the molester, but reliving the event was also turning her on. Jesse wasn't completely immune either based on the growing hardness she could feel under her belly.

"No, that's not all that happened." Cheryl admitted.

Jesse waited quietly. The heavy silence pressed on her, forcing her to admit to him all the details about the stranger finger fucking her on the train on her way to work. As she disclosed the details, Jesse continued to remove her dress. He stroked his hands over her naked body, as if he was inspecting her for damage.

"So, you let a stranger put his fingers in my pussy." Jesse stated quietly as he stroked the puffy lips of her vagina.

"Um, he had a knife. And no one would help me..." Cheryl tried not to pant. The story and his stroking were setting her on fire.

"You should have called me."

Cheryl knew he was disappointed in her. He expected her to bring everything to him.

"I would have, but I was late this morning. I had to get coffee and as soon as I got to the office there was this major emergency with one of the client catalogs. It completely slipped my mind." Cheryl was starting to get a little dizzy with her head hanging over his lap and she knew she wasn't making much sense.

"I'm glad you weren't hurt. But we need to rethink how you get to work in the morning. Anything could have happened."

"Fine." They had been arguing about her commute for some time. Now it looked like Jesse had the ammunition to get his way. She didn't think it was appropriate for an executive assistant to arrive in a chauffer driven car each morning. Jesse wanted her completely safe and cocooned. It seemed as if he had finally won the argument.

At her acquiescence, Jesse slipped two fingers inside her and started stroking her in the most perfect way. "Good girl" he growled approvingly.

Shit, she was going to come again and she was naked again! When did that happen? She turned her head, and sure enough the driver was only keeping one eye on the road, because one eye was glued to that rear view mirror. Cheryl thought about her ass in the air and giggled because the mirror was named so accurately for this moment.

"Enjoying yourself baby girl?" Jesse stroked faster and faster. The sound of her wet pussy sucking hard to hold his hand could be heard over his gentle voice.

"Oh yes" Cheryl called out as her muscles squeezed down on her lovers fingers. She didn't care if the driver wanted to see her come. It felt so good to be in Jesse's protective embrace being loved by him. She didn't care who was watching.

"Where are we going for dinner?" Cheryl asked after she recovered. She was still seated on Jesse's lap, but had been turned upright and was nuzzling his neck. She realized she was quite hungry from her energetic and busy day. She had even lost count of how many orgasms she'd enjoyed, so far.

"I have something special planned. You'll just have to wait and see." He responded. He hoped she would like his surprise. He'd gone to a lot of effort to plan her evening. "It's time to get you dressed, we're almost there."

Cheryl slipped into her dress for what felt like the hundredth time today. She suspected, knowing Jesse and how her day had unfolded so far, she would not have it on for long.

"Put this on baby girl." Jesse told her handing her a sleep mask style blindfold.

"Seriously? I can't even see where were eating?"

"It would give away the surprise. I want you surprised. Indulge me." He purred into her ear, kissing her neck. She knew he could have commanded her to do it more forcefully. The fact that he was requesting her cooperation made her want to please him. She slipped the mask over her eyes.

Every sound in the car was magnified. She could hear the heavy breathing of the driver and the squeak of the leather as he adjusted in the seat. She suspected he was trying to find a comfortable position for his aching dick. They had been leaving the city when Jesse helped her dress. She wondered where they could possibly be going that was outside the city. The car turned off the road and moved down a long and winding drive, pulling to a stop in what sounded like loose gravel. It seemed to be some kind of parking lot.

"Wait for me, Bobby." Jesse told the driver as he opened the door keeping his other hand on Cheryl.

"Where are we? Are we just stopping here?" Cheryl asked uncertainly. She moved out of the car with Jesse's help. He wrapped his arm around her waist tucking her close to his body.

"Hush. Trust me. You are going to love your surprise."

Cheryl heard club music faintly coming from the building. It didn't sound like a place to dine. She was getting more and more nervous when Jesse stopped her and opened the door letting the pounding beat explode from the interior.

"Here you are." a throaty woman's voice spoke to them close enough to be heard over the music.

"Cheryl, this is Leila. She's going to take care of you and give you the first part of your surprise." Jesse was unwrapping himself from around her body and placing her hands in the hands of the stranger.

"Wait, where are you going?" Cheryl moved her head to Jesse even though she couldn't see him.

"Don't worry baby girl. You're in good hands. Go with Leila and I'll be back for the second part of your surprise. Trust me." He was walking out the door, his voice getting fainter. Several sets of footsteps went by her, following him out the door. She could hear the low murmur of masculine voices outside the door for a moment before the music was all she could hear.

"Ok sweetie, first things first, you need to get out of that dress." Leila stated as she began to remove Cheryl's dress.

"No, I don't..."

"Shh, don't panic. Trust your man, just like he said. You're in good hands." Leila stepped away with Cheryl's dress. Cheryl shivered with her whole body. She wasn't cold; she was scared. Who was here? Where was here? Why did Jesse leave her?

"Breathe." Leila said, taking her hands and leading her through what she assumed was a club. They passed through another door and the music wasn't so loud. Perhaps they were in the backstage area. They went through another door and stopped.

"You can take of your mask now."

Cheryl lifted the blindfold from her eyes, nervous about what she might see. She blinked several times trying to adjust to the light. There, seated in front of her, were her three closest friends, naked, holding blindfolds. They had been through everything together, even been each other's bridesmaids, but always clothed.

"Surprise! Happy Birthday!"

"What...what the hell is this? Why are we naked? I mean, it's good to see you guys, but what the fuck is going on?"

Laughing their asses off, Michelle, Angel and Darla began to explain her crazy birthday gift. They were giddy and talking over each other and Cheryl couldn't understand a word of it.

"Here, drink this." Michelle said handing her a flute of champagne. "You're going to need it."

"I can't start drinking. I've hardly had anything to eat today. And you would not believe the day I've had."

"Well, honey, it's about to get a whole lot better. There's caviar and strawberries, and these little fabulous chocolate balls over there on the counter along with all kinds of other nibblies, so you're set for the food thing." Angel called out.

"Okay, but why are we all here naked?" Cheryl looked around at the room they were in. It seemed to be a dance studio of some kind. There were mirrors along one length and wood floors. The girls were seated at the end where a counter top and bar stools were being utilized for her naked party. It wasn't a very good dance studio in Cheryl's opinion because there were poles interrupting the space. The far end of the room seemed to be storage for costumes. Also the lighting was odd for a dance studio. "And where exactly is 'here'?"

"The Exchange. It's a private, members only, gentlemen's club. You ladies have been gifted with the opportunity to be trained by the best stripper, that's me." Leila said pointing to herself with both hands. "And then you are going to perform in our amateur contest that your husbands booked exclusively for you this month. Your men have selected your music and your outfits. I'm going to show you your routines and get you into costume and makeup."

An hour later they had mastered a basic set of moves and some minimal pole work. Cheryl and her friends were having a blast. About fifteen minutes into the lesson, they had forgotten they were naked and were just having fun.

"Okay ladies. Time for music and costumes. Now that you can move, you need to learn to strip." Leila clapped her hands getting their focus back on her instead of the mirrors reflecting four sexy naked women in very 'open' poses. "Michelle, your man has asked for a naughty librarian look. I'm going to kick that up a notch and give you a hot teacher vibe. You'll even get a ruler as a prop. Your music is 'Hot for Teacher' by Van Halen."

The other three interrupted with catcalls. Leila continued unphased by their rowdy behavior. "Angel, apparently your guy has something of a daddy thing going on, you got 'Sweet Child O' Mine' by Guns n Roses. Hope you like pigtails. Darla, you are going to be our nasty nurse dancing to 'Sexual Healing' by Marvin Gaye."

"Well, hell, what does that leave for me?" Cheryl couldn't imagine what Jesse might have requested. She didn't think any song went with submissive kneeling and an open mouth. It was his favorite pose, but it really didn't lend itself to stripping.

"Don't worry sweetie, we have a great one for you too. You are going to be in full businessman gear while dancing to 'You Can Leave Your Hat On' by Tom Jones. I think you are going to love this and it give you so much to work with." Leila patted her shoulder reassuringly. "Let's get going, you are going on in ninety minutes!"

Leila was true to her word and ninety minutes later she was giving the quartet some final advice. "Now, don't worry or overthink it. You're stripping. There is nothing your audience isn't going to like. Just keep moving. If something doesn't go quite the way you practiced or planned, don't think about it. They don't know what to expect, just keep going. It will only look like a mistake if you react. Now go out there and make me proud!"

The first words of Michelle's song played over the loud speaker and she strutted on stage, smacking a ruler in her hand, eyeing her 'naughty class' of what appeared to be the entire membership of the club. Within a few seconds she had removed her skirt and was in a partially unbuttoned white blouse, garters, stockings and high heels. She had left off the bra and G-string and was flashing the audience every time the shirt moved. She was having a ball. She removed her shirt when the song asked how she got so bold and threw it to her husband. She danced and worked the pole like she was a professional and the audience loved her. She strutted off the stage...Class dismissed!

"Holy shit! You rocked it! Damn girl, who knew!" Her friends greeted her after her performance, talking all at once. The grin on Michelle's face couldn't have been any bigger. "It was awesome!" she crowed.

"Angel, you're up."

Angel wiggled her way out on the stage as the first notes played with a great big smile on her face. Her sweet blonde pigtails bouncing, her double-d's straining the buttons of the pale pink half shirt and her tiny pleated skirt floating up over her G-string clad pussy, she was practically vibrating with joy. The white, thigh high stockings with little bows finished her not quite virginal look. Velcro made the removal of the shirt and skirt easy. Very quickly she was down to a shelf bra that hid nothing but held her up as an offering, her barely there panties, and sweet stockings. She continued to dance, but elected not to remove anymore. She was naked enough in her opinion especially for an amateur night. Beside, her boobs never looked better. She was going to buy herself some bras like these, tomorrow.

Darla needed no prompting. She was finding it harder to wait and wanted to perform. She took her time, opening each little button on the nurse's dress. Slowly removing her bra. The panties came off with a quick pull to release the clips. She still had on white fishnet stockings, white stilettos, a nurse's cap and her stethoscope, but the song wasn't half over. She continued to dance, and started pulling at her nipples and "listening" to her pussy throb with the stethoscope. When the final lyric of the song, "Please don't procrastinate, It's not good to masturbate" was playing, she had to remove her fingers from inside. What had been a dance, had basically become her masturbating on the end of the stage for all to see. The applause was deafening. She came off stage with a glazed look in her eye and shaking slightly. "Oh, I don't think I should do that again. I don't know what came over me."

"Girl with moves like that and a complete lack of inhibition on stage, you could make bank. Let me know if you ever need a job." purred Leila.

At that moment, Reese, Darla's husband came hauling ass around the corner with a jacket. "Come on D. We have to leave right now."

"Wh-what's wrong love?"

"Nothing's wrong, you were fucking amazing and I have to be inside you right now. I can't do it here, against the rules, so we have to go. Now!" He was dragging Darla, now wrapped in her coat toward the exit.

"What about my stuff and this costume isn't mine."

"Don't worry. I'll get it back to them tomorrow and get your stuff, but we have to go, now." He pulled her through the exit.

The girls watched as he picked her up over his shoulder cave man style, jogging to his car before the door automatically closed on the scene. The giggles morphed into full-blown laughter. They had never seen uptight banker Reese so out of control.

"I'm nervous. How can I go on after that?" Cheryl whispered to Leila

"Don't worry. We're going to black the stage. You're going to start on-stage facing the pole. We'll bring up the lights slowly. As soon as the song starts, let the overcoat slide over your shoulders and puddle around your feet. Then step up and over and walk around to face them, at center stage you rip the pants. You'll have their attention. You have a natural rhythm. Just do what you do, move to the music and have fun." Leila coached her. "Oh, and leave the hat on." She winked.

Cheryl took the stage and followed the last minute instructions Leila had given her. She was now center stage in a double-breasted jacket, her G-string, bra, heels and pearls, and of course the hat that was pinned to her hair. The hat wasn't going anywhere. She unbuttoned the left side while shimming up and down, and pulled the jacket open. Then unbuttoned the right side, but turned before she was exposed, opening the jacket completely while facing away from the audience. She let it slide off her shoulders and land in the growing pile of clothes before she turned around to show off the pearly white lace bra.

Cheryl stepped up onto the seat of a chair that had been placed on stage for her routine. The front clasp on the bra opened easily and she teased the audience a little more before tossing it into the pile. She lifted her arms and undulated to the sexy beat, feeling ten feet tall. She got down from the chair, but continued to use it, straddling the chair, facing away from the audience, she bent first to the right and then to the left, stroking each leg from ankle to thigh. At the end of the second stroke, she pulled the sides of her panties, releasing the closures. She was now naked except for her heels, pearls and the hat. She swung her left leg high over the back of the chair in an arc, and turned to face the audience.

It was time for some pole work. She owned the pole. Proving that she did "know what love is". She went completely upside down with her legs wrapped around it. The hat stayed on to her surprise. The lights went dark as the song ended and she pranced off stage as the crowd went wild again.




Over Exposed



"Best amateur show ever. Well done sweetie." Leila congratulated Cheryl as she came backstage. Leila gave her a huge hug. Cheryl was oblivious to her nakedness. She glowed from the powerful energy filling her.

The guys joined them in the studio. Cheryl and her friends were wired. They were sipping champagne and reliving the dances with each other. Leila had not allowed them to change from the remainders of the costumes. Whoever won the amateur contest was expected to make a final bow on stage to accept their winnings. The club didn't allow the gentlemen to tip the novice dancers during their routines to avoid accidents. Instead the men could vote for their favorite dance by placing their dollars in voting boxes. The dancer with the most 'votes' won.

When they announced that Cheryl won, she was thrilled but suspected that Jesse had stuffed the box. Something she knew from experience he was quite good at doing. She danced onto the stage, spun around to her theme song on the pole. Enjoying the praise of the audience and not caring for a second that she was naked in front of the crowd.

Later on, snuggled up to Jesse in car, she reflected on the crazy, amazing day she'd had. Cheryl was exhausted but completely content with her thirty-first birthday.

"Happy Birthday Mrs. Ames." Jesse said as he stroked her body under her dress. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

"I was just thinking about what an amazing day I had. I can't believe everything that happened."

"It took a lot of planning to pull it all off. Wasn't sure I was going to be able to pull off the train scene. And I did have to call in a couple of favors for the photo shoot and the doctor's visit." Jesse grinned.

"You had all this planned? Everything?" she stared up at him incredulously.

"Of course baby girl. You are my exhibitionist and I wanted you to have a day of complete exposure. Are you happy with your gift?"

"Oh yes," she sighed. "But just wait for your birthday Mister Jesse Ames. You've set a high bar, and I love a challenge."