Lapdancing Girlfriend Ch. 05

At first she could not discern what the outfit was, holding nothing but a bunch of loose, thin metallic cloth and beads, let alone how she would be wearing it. Gradually, as she laid out each piece separately, she comprehended what the outfit was comprised of, finally slipping out of her own dress and shoes.

She felt uncomfortable being practically naked in such a public place, even though there was only Velvet in the room. Again her thoughts on environment and mindsets came back to her as she tried to get her mind off her nakedness and focused on the clothes Melissa had brought for her to wear.

The top of the outfit was a bandeau halter top made up of nothing but a dense row of long beaded strands. Holding it up and running her hands through top, the light catching the jade, onyx, turquoise, and emerald colored beads, Jen knew she was basically topless. Although the strands of beads were dense, the moment she leaned forward they would hang in front of her exposing her breasts. The lack of material did not bother her, having danced topless for years, but it once again reaffirmed her earlier thoughts about photo-shoots between models and porn actresses.

The ankle-long skirt would also be more decoration on her body than covering as she held it up as well, the skirt made up of nothing more than two long flaps of diaphanous cloth to cover her front and back, reminding Jen of a long loincloth. The skirt was composed of a thin gold lame material, which would do nothing to hide her body as she looked at her hand held behind the material.

The complete outfit looked more like something an exotic belly dancer would wear than an Egyptian goddess.

Also part of the outfit was a large collection of rings, bracelets, arm bands, leg bands, as well as a jet black straight-haired wig with bangs, the wig heavily intertwined with numerous bead extensions matching the top of the outfit. The wig was very much what Jen expected on an Egyptian woman, actually thankful for the wig, as her hair was a mess—not having time to do anything but wash and brush it earlier.

It was then Jen realized there were no undergarments, not even a thong to go beneath the sheer gossamer skirt.

Sighing in resignation, she put the outfit on, first draping the skirt around her hips and then, with Velvet's assistance, the top.

As she suspected, the heavily beaded top covered her breasts if she stood still; however, any movement caused them to separate and reveal her breasts, separating apart to show off her areolae like a stage curtain. Bending over the strands of beads fell forward in a cascade of color, exposing her breasts completely as they hung parallel to each other.

The skirt actually covered more than she suspected, as when she walked, the long wedge of cloth folded upon itself, making the diaphanous material less transparent; however, knowing this was a still photo-shoot, Jen doubted there would be much walking.

Jen was less concerned about her breasts being revealed than her lower half, once again recalling Mr. DeWight's comment about her needing to be comfortable with being naked in her new role.

Once in the outfit she sat down at the make-up counter and put on the wig before slipping the various rings on both her fingers and toes, along with the other accoutrements on her upper and lower arms, as well as a golden beaded belly chain. By the time she was done, she speculated her jewelry covered more of her body than her actual clothing.

Finally she put on the gold flat sandals she found in the suitcase, winding the long straps up her calves in a crisscross pattern to her knees.

Completely dressed she stood up, surprised to hear a whistle behind her. Turning around, she was embarrassed to find her assistant looking at her admirably.

"Wow, that outfit looks fantastic on you!" Velvet exclaimed.

Jen blushed, commenting the same to her assistant. Velvet's outfit made her resemble a version of Lara Croft from the Tomb Raider movies—although a much sluttier, sexier version. The woman's firm, surgically enhanced breasts were barely contained in the black string bikini top she was wearing, and the camouflaged cheeky boy shorts she wore showed as much of her ass as they covered. Also the shorts were so tight they did nothing to hide every curve and crevice of the woman's body, her prominent 'camel toe' seen even at Jen's distance.

After getting dressed they put on their make-up.

Velvet helped Jen put on a dark mascara and eye liner. "All the Egyptian movies I've seen the girls have their eyes blackened almost looking like they had black eyes," she told her as Jen finished by applying a deep red lipstick, again suggested by Velvet.

Jen also helped Velvet braid her hair, making a single long braid pulled over her shoulder, inspired from the Tomb Raider movies. Afterwards, Velvet put on a light blush and lipstick, saying the contrast between them would be something Melissa would appreciate.

"Besides, you're the whore goddess," she laughed with Jen.

"Excuse me, goddess of Love," Jen reminded her with a mocked snooty voice, laughing with her assistant.

"Not in that outfit you aren't," she grinned.

Jen looked at herself in the mirror and had to agree with her assistant. Although she was technically wearing clothes, she might as well have been naked as the thin golden material tied around her waist did little to hide her body, while her nipples and breasts continued to peak out from the beaded top and the strings of beads fell off to the sides and middle of her prominent breasts.

Finally finished getting ready, they stepped out of the room into the main area. The photographer turned around at the sound of Velvet's heavy boots echoing through the room and gawked at them both, saying, "Oh my God, you both look fantastic! Better than I even thought," she told them, praising them both not only in how their costumes fit, but their choices in make-up.

Jen looked around and saw Christopher watching them intently. At first she thought the man's eyes were on Velvet, knowing the two had spent the night together. All Velvet had talked about in the limousine ride was how he may be a keeper, and she knew the young couple had hit it off from the start. But as Melissa and Velvet moved away from her—Melissa describing what to expect about the photo-shoot to her assistant—Jen realized his eyes were completely focused upon her.

Jen was suddenly extremely cognizant on the transparency of her skit and it revealing naked body, as well as how her breasts were fully exposed with each movement as the beaded top fell about her torso.

The knowledge of Christopher seeing her body so exposed—and his obvious interest—caused her blood to rush through her and redden her skin. But it was not in embarrassment she was feeling, but another sensation—one she had become all too aware of lately—her desire pulsing through her body.

Although Velvet and he had just met, Jen still felt he was 'Velvet's man' and off-limits. And even though he had seen her naked the night before—and had even been sucked off by her—his focused stare upon her fed her growing lust as her heart fluttered within her chest and images of him performing depraved acts upon her ran through her mind.

Barely aware of her own actions, Jen tilted her hips slightly, sticking out her chest further as she unconsciously posed for him.

It was not until he grinned at her, the knowledge of her body's involuntary response to his look apparent upon his face that Jen realized what she had done.

What was happening to her, she thought for perhaps the millionth time since this whole predicament began. Merely a simple look from a man—one whom a friend of hers was interested in no less—was causing her to behave like a wanton slut. The way her heart was fluttering, her pulse racing, she wondered at her body's reactions.

She had danced topless for years, and although she had gotten excited and even slightly aroused at men's looks, she had never become as horny as this, that merely the look of a man caused her to heat up and almost wet herself in wanton desire!

Jen wondered if Mr. DeWight's blatant exploitation of her was possibly conditioning her body into being a porn star. Like Pavlov's dogs, was merely the heated look of a man causing her body to become sexually exited? Surely such a thing could not happen in less than a couple weeks—that her very own morals and her commitment to her fiancé could be removed by a stranger's look? And yet she could not deny how she had behaved like a wanton slut, not only at the club and before the FBI agents, but even her first solo photo-shoot, and then with Sean, and the depraved gangbang she participated in last night, giving herself to a group of guys like a crazed nymphomaniac.

And now here she was getting aroused by a man one of her friends liked—and had in fact already slept with—merely at him looking at her body.

Christopher again smiled lecherously at her as if reading her thoughts, his blatant gaze like a heat lamp upon her body as she felt her breasts tighten and her nipples get as hard as the beads surrounding them from her top.

To her relief Melissa called out to her where her and Velvet were discussing the scene, so Jen turned away from the lighting assistant and joined the other two women, embarrassed realize as she walked over to the two women her slit was wet.

Thankful for the diversion, she listened as Melissa again explained a friend of hers was a curator at the museum, "There are Mayan and Aztec exhibits here as well," she told the girls, "but only having one day, I chose the Egyptian setting for the photo session."

Once again the museum erupted in a loud buzzing and hammering, the photographer face furrowing in anger as she paused, waiting until the loud sounds faded before continuing.

"We were supposed to have the museum to ourselves, but sadly that is not the case. The renovations fell behind and I had the choice of working around them or canceling the shoot entirely. Since we're not filming and can work around the noise, I figured we can live with the noise," she lamented. Looking at Jen she said, "Diamond, you are going to play the goddess Hathor, who is the goddess of Love. We'll start out with you laying in that sarcophagus," she told her pointing over to an Egyptian tomb. "Velvet will be the archeologist discovering your resting place after all these centuries," she explained to them.

Melissa and the girls walked over to the sarcophagus and Jen expressed her reluctance in laying in the casket—not because of what it was or that it may have been the final resting place of somebody, but merely the idea of touching such a historical artifact.

Melissa assured her as long as they did not break anything they could do as they pleased. "This isn't the first time I've used this museum for a shoot," she explained, "and Richard, my curator friend, has been very accommodating."

As Jen laid down into the large tomb Melissa directed Velvet how to walk towards her. "Remember, this is a sexy scene, so strut a bit, and stick out your tits and ass. Imagine you are on stage at the club and this is just another set," the photographer explained.

Jen heard the familiar clicking sounds of the camera as the photographer took a few pictures of her assistant, although she could not see much within the clay tomb. Eventually Melissa moved closer to her and began instructing her how to lay, arranging her hair and her top until she was satisfied and took a few pictures.

"Good, now Diamond, when Velvet bends over to you I want you to slowly open your eyes and smile alluringly at her. You are the goddess of Love, you have been asleep for centuries so you are awakening with a hunger. You are going to seduce the innocent explorer," the photographer explained.

Jen waited and closed her eyes as the photographer instructed Velvet to lean over her, Melissa standing on a small step ladder on the other side of the casket, taking pictures while she directed them.

Following Melissa's direction, Jen opened her eyes and smiled at her assistant. As Melissa guided them both, she slowly sat up and took Velvet's hand, standing up and stepping out onto the dais the sarcophagus was on, slowly walking down the steps and leading her to a nearby altar exhibit.

Melissa had them pause several times, readjusting Jen's top or Velvet's hair for a particular shot before guiding them along.

As they reached the altar the photographer cussed and both girls looked at her.

Melissa looked embarrassed as she said, "Shit, I forgot to ask this earlier, but Velvet, would you mind if Diamond kissed you? I don't want you to do anything you are not comfortable with, but this is a scene of seduction. You are being overpowered by the goddess of seduction herself, but I want you to feel comfortable. I know you dance at the local club so knew nudity would not be a problem, but I completely forgot to ask you about physical intimacy with Diamond," she said in apology.

The three women's attention was drawn to Christopher who laughed out loud. "If last night was any indication, I don't think she'll mind," he said, bobbing his eyebrows at Velvet with a smile.

Velvet smiled back shaking her head at the man's statement before telling the photographer, "No, I don't mind," she said, agreeing with the lighting assistant's comment. "Another woman I might feel uncomfortable with, but I'm fine with Jen—er, Diamond," she said, smiling at the slip.

Mr. DeWight had a strict company-wide policy that all the women who had stage names be called such while working. He said it was to keep the personal life and stage life separate, but Jen began to suspect it was more conditioning for the girls to be more in the mindset of being a stripper or actress when identified with their stage name than out of any work-life balance—something she knew Mr. DeWight could care less about.

"Good," Melissa was saying. "So Diamond, I want you to move and sit upon the altar and kiss Velvet, and then go with the flow. Again, you are the goddess of love and seduction. You are going to overpower her sexually, each of you stripping down to my direction and we will take it from there," she told her before turning to Velvet. "Velvet, stop whenever you feel uncomfortable. Diamond is the center of this shoot, so although you are in it we can work around anything you feel uncomfortable doing," she told the woman.

Jen was painfully aware Melissa had not asked HER how she felt about kissing Velvet. In fact, the woman assumed she would go as far as she told her to go without any question. Recalling her last photo-shoots, as well as what was expected from her in her contract, Jen could understand the reasoning, but it made her feel more like a commodity or something on display rather than a person who had feelings and emotions.

Melissa began shooting again, so Jen looked at Velvet and seeing her assistant's smile, leaned in for a kiss. At first she planned on giving a simple lip-to-lip kiss, but as their lips touched and she felt the warm, soft, damp flesh against her own lips, Jen could not help herself as she pulled Velvet closer for a more sensual kiss, her tongue sliding between the other woman's lips and entering her hot mouth.

Diamond's body immediately heated with a return of her arousal, her nipples again hard as she let out a soft moan as Velvet's body relax within her arms, pressing into her body. Her kiss deepened as she realized her assistant was feeling a similar response, their tongues dancing within their mouths.

She and Velvet continued kissing for several minutes until, at Melissa's direction, she slowly pulled back. Even as their faces were separated their tongues were still entwined, the photographer taking several pictures of them joined only by their tongues, holding the camera inches from their faces. Their tongues played with each other for several moments before neither of them could stand it any longer, simultaneously moving back into each other as their mouths once again met.

Diamond's hands began moving across Velvet's body, and reaching her breasts, gently began massaging the other woman's mammary tissue. Her arousal intensified even more as they kissed and she felt the other woman up as the camera continued clicking around them, Melissa silent as she let the girls direct the scene.

Finally, wanting to feel more, Diamond slid her hand beneath the material of Velvet's top, her palm gliding over the woman's warm skin until she felt the hardened nub of Velvet's nipple rasp against her palm. As Velvet moaned and without direction from the photographer other than a quiet "That's good, keep going," Diamond slid the material away from Velvet's breast.

Only then did she pull back from their kiss, immediately lowering her mouth to the other woman's exposed breast.

Velvet let out a soft gasp as Melissa urged them on, continuing to tell them to go with the flow, to let their desires out.

Diamond did exactly that, taking first one of Velvets breasts, then the other into her mouth, engulfing the tip of each. Velvet moaned above her as she suckled her assistant, gently biting on her nipples to the accompanying gasps above her.

In almost a repeat of last night's activities, Diamond lost all track of time as she teased, licked, and sucked the other woman's breasts, her own desire fueled uncontrollably. The only thoughts in her mind were pleasing the person in her arms, not caring if they were male or female as she continued her slow seduction.

Then it was Velvet's turn. Following Melissa's instructions, Diamond gasped as Velvet's hot mouth engulfed first one, then the other of her breasts, the beaded top doing nothing to prevent her assistant's oral assault.

Suddenly she let out a cry of pleasure, the cry echoing through the museum even louder than the construction equipment earlier, as Velvet's teeth clamped down upon her nipple, giving her the same attention and assault she had given earlier.

As Diamond relished in the sensations of the woman caressing and fondling her torso, she opened her eyes. Barely aware of her surroundings, Diamond's eyes suddenly strayed to Christopher standing behind Melissa. Looking at him she saw his mouth opened, his breathing shallow as he lustfully watched her and Velvet make out. As her assistant bit down once again upon her nipple, Diamond gasped and looked longingly at Christopher, noticing the prominent bulge of an erection through his pants, the material tenting forward. Diamond could not help but smile at him, the knowledge of his erection being caused by her filling her mind as she pulled Velvet's head up, their lips once again meeting.

Diamond had read excerpts from other models who stated photo-shoots were extremely impersonal. In fact, she had read most porn-actresses did not even become stimulated during their sex scenes. Instead, their minds became detached from what they were doing, to the point where they could care less what was happening. One girl interviewed said she had once had a magazine held above her out of way of the camera so she could have something to do during a sex scene!

She had even seen it herself in a couple porno movies her and Dan had watched, where they both had commented how detached the woman behaved with her partner.

Such was not the case with her, she realized, as her body became completely engulfed with desire, wanting more and more of her assistant. As their bare breasts rubbed against each other, their tongues locked and dancing deep within their mouths, Diamond could feel nothing but lust, desire, and passion.

It had been the same with her photo-shoot with Sean; once things had progressed to the point where he had penetrated her, Diamond had become completely caught up in the sex, not caring about the cameras or people around her, completely absorbed in the sexual act.