Demanding Supply Ch. 01

Chapter 1: A Christmas to Remember

Amanda was a perfect example of a "nuclear" child; she grew up in a nice house in suburbia, with both parents, did well in school, had well-behaved friends, and stayed out of trouble. When it came down to it, you could say she was living the "American" dream. In high school, she had perfect grades, wrote for the school paper, and earned herself a scholarship. College was as impressive, having earned her degree in "publicity writing". Essentially, writing the dialogue for advertisements. Considering the billions of dollars that are spent every year by companies in that area, if you have any marketable talent; you have a job.

That's how she met her first boyfriend by the way, at work. Jack was a graphic artist, mostly taking care of the photo-editing and video editing for commercials and signs. They met when working on the same project, and shortly thereafter, hit it off. For someone of only 20 years old, things were lining up fairly well.

After a few months though, Jack was offered a project that he couldn't turn down; Amanda wouldn't have let him anyhow. It was a career maker. Succeed on a big project like this one, and you're set. Mess it up, and you might want to get into a different line of work. The only problem was that Jack was going to be overseas for 3 months, in Switzerland. That was going to be a little rough, but it was going to be worth it.

Aside from internet chat, and the occasional phone call; there wasn't much contact. They were both pretty busy with their work anyhow. At least Amanda wouldn't be alone, aside from the entire Christmas holidays; she'd have her friend Amy to keep her company. Too bad Amy would be flying back to London for 2 weeks, which was going to suck for Amanda.

There's something you need to know about Amy, she is bisexual. I know this might seem like a random think to point out; but it's necessary for you if you're going to understand the following phone call.

Amanda: "Hi Amy, I'm going out Christmas shopping, what do you want?"

Amy: "Same thing I asked for last year..."

Amanda: "Hahaha, a threesome with me and Jack?"

Amy: "Exactly!"

Amanda: "I don't know if I could do that, I think it would be kind of weird; considering I've known you since we were kids."

Amy: "Yeah, we've taken baths together as kids; we've seen each other naked, so we are already ahead of the game."

Amanda: "That doesn't count, we were kids! That was years ago!"

Amy: "Good point, maybe we should do it again; as a refresher."

Amanda: "I knew you were going to say that. Alright, I'll talk to you later."

Amy: "About sharing a bath?"

Amanda: "No, about what I got you for Christmas."

Amanda hung up, and figured she'd check her email before going shopping. She was pleasantly surprised to have received an email back from Jack before he had gone back to work. She was even more surprised when she noticed that he had sent her a nude picture of himself!

Amanda: "Oh my God, I can't believe he just did that!"

Here was a picture of Jack, from the neck down; wearing nothing but a candy-cane that was hanging off of his hard cock. Under it there was a caption that read: "Merry Christmas, want a lick?"

Amanda didn't know whether to piss herself laughing, or to delete the picture in case someone found it on her computer. Amanda and Jack used email addresses that her parents didn't know about when dealing with "inappropriate" conversations, and their regular ones for tame topics. This was because Amanda had a suspicion that her father was monitoring her emails somehow, and didn't want to risk him reading all of their sometimes quite steamy email exchanges.

She turned off her computer, and headed towards the bus stop. The 24 year old couldn't stop thinking about the email Jack had just sent her. Sure it was funny, hell; it was hot also. Amanda just didn't quite know what to make of it, and what to do. "I'll think about it later, I need to finish my shopping first."

On her way back from the store, she stopped over at Amy's; to make sure she was happy with her gift. Seeing the bulky bags, Amy couldn't resist but commenting.

Amy: "There's no way Jack is one of those bags, well; maybe one of his parts are."

Amanda: "You're never going to drop that, are you?"

Amy: "If I got my hands on it? Hell no!"

Amanda: "You know what I meant."

Amy: "Sorry, I can't help it. Your man is fucking HOT!, and so are you.

Amanda couldn't help but blush, even though she had become somewhat comfortable with flattery from men; there was something a little awkward when it came from another woman...especially one that had no problem telling you regularly how much she'd enjoying fucking you.

Amanda: "I need your advice on something."

Amy: "Shoot."

Amanda carried on and explained the email she got from Jack, and the picture. Amy couldn't help but use the opportunity to ask to see it. Not thinking about it, Amanda logged in to her email account; and opened the email. Amy had to do everything she could to resist drooling all over the place.

Amy: "You weren't kidding. Did you send him one back?"

Amanda: "WHAT? Of course not!"

Amy: "Why not?"

Amanda: "I don't take nude pictures of myself, and I sure as hell wouldn't send them to someone!"

Amy: "No problem, I can take the pictures and send them myself."

Amanda: "I'm trying to be serious here! I'm not kidding!"

Amy: "I'm being serious too, and I'm not kidding either. Look, he sent you a nude picture; yes. You only know it's him, because you know what he looks like naked; since his face isn't in the shot. What I'm saying is that you could do the same, considering he's practically the only person that's seen you naked since you were 7."

Amanda: "You think I should?"

Amy: "You're asking the wrong person, I'd say anything to get you naked."

Amanda: "Good point. As long as my face wasn't showing, I suppose it would be safe enough."

Amy: "If you let me take the shots, and I can crop out your face afterwards; and you could email them from here. Your folks wouldn't know or suspect a thing."

Amanda: "You know, that's not a half bad idea. Alright, let's do it."

Amy: "Be careful the way you say that, it's making it harder for me to breathe."

Amanda: "Hahaha, right; sorry. Ok, ummm...shall we?"

Amy: "Much better. Sure."

Amanda: "Where do you want me?"

Amy: "Amanda! Don't talk like that! Let me get my camera and tripod."

Amanda: "Oh my, sorry. I didn't mean that way. You have a Tripod? Wow, you are prepared."

Amy:"Wait until you see the wardrobe I have for you. You can wear anything I have, as long as I get it back today; and unwashed."

Amanda: "Fair enough."

Amy led Amanda to her bedroom, and let her go through her clothes; after browsing her selection...Amanda had selected her clothing, and started to undress right in front of Amy.

Amy: "What the hell are you doing?"

Amanda:"I'm getting changed."

Amy: "Don't you want some privacy?"

Amanda: "Why, I'm going to be nude on camera in a few minutes."

Amy took a deep breath, trying to steady her heartbeat; the anticipation was tremendous.

Amy: "True enough. Just do me a small favor, and take your time a bit?"

Amanda:"I suppose I could, if anything; you could take pictures of me getting dressed in the lingerie...and we could run them backyards to make it look like I'm stripping instead."

Amy: "That could work. Alright, go for it."

Amy got her camera ready in record time, and started to take pictures of Amanda. After at least a hundred shots, she put the camera away; and sat down.

Amanda: "Why are you sitting down?"

Amy: "I'm done taking pictures, and I'd like to thoroughly watch you strip out of it now."

Amanda: "Well, how about you take pictures of me stripping out of this; and guide me."

Amy: "Guide you?"

Amanda: "You know, like photographers do. Tell me what to do to make the poses hotter."

Amy: "Oh my, this is going to be difficult for me."

Amanda: "Please?"

Amy: "Alright, get on the bed."

Amanda: "Yes Ma'am." *Giggles*

Over the next half-hour, Amy had a blast. She got a chance to tell Amanda exactly what to do, how to strip, and how to pose. There was no way that she could have been more turned on at that moment. She guided Amanda with verbal commands for every position to take.

Amy: "I need to call it quits. I can't take it anymore."

Amanda: "Alright, I'll get dressed."

Amy: "I'll go and look through what we have, and pick the best ones. I'll crop your head out of the shot, and show you the end product."

Amanda: "Sounds good, I'll catch up with you."

Amy loaded all of the pictures on her computer, and quickly selected the hottest dozen of them, cropped out Amanda's face; in record time.

Amanda: "You're done already?!?!?!"

Amy: "Let's just say that it was easy for me to pick my favorites."

Amanda:"Well, you definitely picked the best ones."

Amy: "Ready to email them?"

Amanda:"I might as well do it before I chicken out."

Amy moved out of her seat for Amanda; and after a few deep breaths from both of them over the next few minutes, the email was sent.

Amanda: "Wow, I can't believe I just did that."

Amy:"Do you mind if I keep the originals? In all technicalities, I did take them with my camera; so in a way, I do own the copyright to them." *Laughter*

Amanda realized that there was some risk behind leaving a copy of the originals with someone else, because her face wasn't cropped out of them. For some odd reason though, the idea of having a "rogue" set in Amy's hands appealed to her; though she didn't quite know why.

Amanda: "Alright, fair enough; they are yours. You did earn them."

Amy's new collection would definitely keep her dreams interesting for quite some time; since some of the pictures were somewhat risky, especially to leave in someone else's hands .

Amy: "They are mine?"

Amanda: "Yes Amy, those pictures are yours; you own them."

Amy: "I just love how it sounds."

Amanda: "Fine, I'll repeat it for you again. Every SINGLE, un-cropped, nude picture of me is your PROPERTY forever. Happy now?"

Amy: "Deal! Now get out of here, before I ask you to keep saying it. I need to take care of myself."

Amanda: "I'm sure they will go to VERY good use, thanks again; and I'll call you later."

Amy: "No, thank YOU!"

Amanda grabbed her bags and made her way home; sneaking in so no one would see what she had got them for Christmas. Unpacking, and gift-wrapping everything right away; she got it all out of the way within an hour.

As expected, Jack was absolutely blown away by her email. They were both shocked that Amanda had done that.

Jack: "I can't believe you did that; and I'm extremely grateful. You wouldn't believe how much I miss you, in every sense of the word."

Amanda couldn't help but blush reading his words; he was so cute sometimes. There wasn't much time to dwell on it though; she had a ton of things to do over the next week and barely enough time to do it in. Between visiting family, Christmas dinners, and all that other crap; she still needed to make time to see Amy again before she left to go home for the holidays.

To be continued...