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Mark chewed over what we'd all said as he took a bite of his steak salad. "I'll think about it."
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Mark shared the news with the rest of us on Thursday morning.
"So, I told Mina she could do the modelling gig. The convention was sold out, so I can't make it myself, but the guy with the car promised me that everything would be fine for her—and I made sure she knew that if it wasn't, she'd tell me about it. But because I can't go myself, I told her she has do me a favor, too: she's gotta wear the same outfit for us on game night the week after."
Jeremy's eyes went a bit wide and he did his best to conceal a wide smile by taking a sip of his morning coffee.
"You sure you want Mina parading herself around like that for us to ogle?" Todd asked with a chuckle.
"Hey, if she's going to 'parade around' for a bunch of strangers at some auto show, there shouldn't be a problem having her do the same in the comfort of my own home, right?" Mark replied with an easy-going grin.
"Hey, if it works for you, it works for me," replied Todd. "Hell yeah!" added Jeremy with enthusiasm.
"Is she looking forward to it? ...The convention, I mean," I clarified with haste.
"Yeah, she seems really excited. I think you were right about the whole fashion, Instagram thing," Mark replied.
"So what exactly IS she going to be wearing?" asked Jeremy with keen interest.
"Well that's the 'fun' part, and why I had to make her do us the favor: I don't know yet. We met up with the guy last night and he took some measurements, but he said it would take him a while to get his ideas for an outfit all sorted out. He assured me he wasn't going to parade her around in just a bikini or anything like that, though."
"I'm sure that's a huge relief," quipped Todd with obvious sarcasm.
"The guy was wearing an Iron Maiden t-shirt, so I'm guessing it will be some sort of 'rocker' look," replied Mark. "Leather and denim, maybe?"
"I guess we'll just have to wait and see," Jeremy added with a grin.
"So what do you wanna do Saturday night?" asked Todd. "Without Mina around I bet you'll be needing some company..."
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On Saturday the four of us went out to a sports bar to grab some drinks, but I spent the whole evening glued to my phone watching for Instagram notifications. Nothing. I kept refreshing the app, thinking that maybe it had failed to push one of Mina's updates. I was dying to get a glimpse at what she was wearing. I thought about sending her a message to ask how things were going at the convention, but I didn't want to interrupt her fun, or to seem too desperate.
Before my friends started wondering about why I was constantly on my phone, I told them I'd gotten a message about a networking hiccup at work, and the boss wanted me to do a remote login right away to see what I could figure out. Nobody questioned the excuse, and Mark offered to cover my tab so that I could get on my way. I felt a bit guilty, knowing that I was only leaving so that I could hope to find pictures of Mark's hot girlfriend, but I accepted his offer and told the three of them that I'd make it back later on if I could.
I barely slept that night. After some web searches I figured out the name of the auto show and where it was being held. I was able to find some photo galleries from previous years, and tracked down a couple of photos from this year on Instagram and Twitter by searching hashtags and locations, but there was nothing with Mina.
On Sunday I forced myself away from the computer. I went out to buy groceries, did my laundry—anything productive I could think of to keep my mind occupied. I still kept glancing at my phone for notifications, but none showed up.
When I got to the office on Monday morning I checked my email and got to work on some high-priority issues. But as soon as I had a free moment, I had an incognito browser window open looking for pictures from the auto show.
One of the websites dedicated to import car shows had uploaded a gallery overnight. I opened the page immediately and quickly started scanning the thumbnail images, but I didn't see anything that looked like Mina right away. I didn't have any idea what she was wearing, after all, so I wasn't sure what I was looking for. I decided to start from the beginning and went through the slideshow of images.
There were lots of photos of cars, and more photos of the models. Their outfits were mostly what I'd expected: some wearing clingy dresses, some wearing "pit crew" style outfits, some in Daisy Dukes and t-shirts, and some were just wearing bikinis. Most of them were really good looking, but they weren't what I was there to see.
I finally came across a photo of Mina. She was dressed up as some sort of punk-rock schoolgirl. The tight white t-shirt she wore had a faded Dead Kennedys logo on the front, and it was ripped and torn in a few places to accentuate the "punk" vibe... but the large rip going horizontally across her chest was no doubt there just to provide a clear view of Mina's cleavage. The black bra she wore underneath could be seen clearly through the thin fabric of the tee even where it wasn't visible through the tears in her shirt.
She wore a red and green tartan pleated miniskirt held up by a metal-studded black leather belt. The skirt rode up ridiculously high on her thighs in the front, and I had a hard time believing it would cover much in the back either. Her legs were covered by a pair of sheer black thigh-high stockings, which were full of runs and small rips to emphasize the punk look, drawing attention to the white skin of her thighs visible between the top of the stockings and the bottom of her skirt. She stood in a pair of tall black boots that looked like a cross between high-heels and combat boots.
Finishing off the outfit were a few punk-ish accessories—a black leather wristband with metal spikes, a pair of metal, cross-shaped earrings, some safety pins attached to her shirt here and there, and a leather choker with a metal ring in front... which, come to think of it, evoked a bit more of a 'bondage' vibe—and she wore some phony black-rimmed reading glasses. Her shiny black hair was tied back into a pair of pigtails to complete the "schoolgirl" look.
Her outfit was over the top, but I couldn't deny that it was hot. It wasn't something I would ever picture Mina choosing to wear on her own, and I think that helped me mentally separate the idea of the sweet young woman dating my friend in the office from the sex object posing for cameras at an auto show I was looking at now. I wasn't sure how I was going to react when I found photos of Mina from the event, but now I knew I definitely wanted to see more of her like this.
The first few photos showed her posing with a car. I don't know the first thing about sports cars, so all I can really say is that it was red and it was low to the ground. In the background of the photos I could see that a few other photographers had gathered around to take in the scene and snap their own pics. Most of them had professional-looking cameras, but a few had just pulled out their cellphones to capture the moment, or maybe to take a video. I'd have to search for more photos from this event to see if anyone else had shared images of Mina once I was done on this page, I thought to myself.
Mina shifted through a few casual poses: her hand on the hood of the car in one shot, her right leg bent slightly and positioned across her left to accentuate her curves in the next. Mina was smiling cheerfully, seemingly delighted by the attention of the cameras, and a couple of the photos showed her looking at and posing for the other cameras in the crowd.
The next two photos showed her posing with another model: another Asian woman with tanned skin and a tight black mini dress. They had moved away from the cars, it seemed. The two of them were smiling and giving each other a hug. In the next photo, the second model planted a kiss on Mina's cheek, and Mina's face showed a wide, cheerful smile. For a moment I was happy to see her genuinely enjoying herself at the show... but another glance down at her cleavage through her ripped shirt meant that I wasn't distracted from her sex appeal for long.
The following photo showed her posing with a man. He wore a pair of dark shades, had a shaved head, and looked like he might have been Fillipino to me. They were both making peace signs, and Mina seemed to be pursing her lips and closing her eyes to "kiss" for the camera. It didn't take me long for my eyes to dart to the man's other arm, which was wrapped behind Mina's waist, his hand resting quite low on her hip to pull her body close to his. If Mina minded she certainly didn't show any indication, and she seemed perfectly cheerful in the next photo as she smiled for the camera, the man still holding her close by the hip. It took me a moment, but I noticed another man in the background with his cellphone pointed at the pair—was he taking a candid photo of Mina's ass? Even if the guy was being a bit of a creep, I couldn't help but feel a pang of envy as I wondered just how short that skirt was in the back, and how much Mina was exposing. I started to wonder what sort of panties she was wearing under that pleated skirt.
The next photo made me gasp aloud. Mina was alone again, standing with her feet spread a couple feet apart, and she was bent forward at the waist toward the camera. Her left hand rested on her hip while her right again formed a peace sign near her face. Her tongue was stuck out and she had one eye closed, looking playful and happy. Her pose gave a ridiculous view of her cleavage through her ripped t-shirt as she leaned forward, and her arched back pushed out her hips in a way that overflowed with sexuality. Once I tore my eyes away from Mina, I saw the same guy behind her with his cellphone, and he had been joined by another photographer with more of a professional-looking camera. They were both clearly taking photos of her ass as she bent forward, and there was no way her skirt was giving her any modesty in that pose.
After a couple of deep breaths I moved ahead to the next photo, which was more of the same: this time Mina was even bent further forward, her hands holding onto her legs just below her knees, and her mouth and eyes were wide in what looked like an exaggerated expression of embarrassment. Her pigtails fell forward onto the sides of her face, her glasses had slipped forward onto the tip of her nose, and you could tell from this angle that her skirt was riding up even further further in the back. The two photographers behind her had been joined by a few more men with their phone cameras pointed at her ass, and the guy with the pro camera had squatted down to shoot photos from an even lower angle.
Fuck. I absolutely had to find some trace of those photos online. It was killing me that these strangers got to stare up Mina's tiny skirt and were taking photos and video to drool over later (well, let's face it: to jack off to later) while I only ever got to steal glances at her on the couch, or imagine what her ass looked like beneath her loose sweatpants the few times she'd walked ahead of me up the stairs from Mark's basement. I didn't even really get the best look at her in those yoga pants.
The next photo was almost identical, but she was looking to the side at a different camera—clearly her pose was gathering a fair bit of attention. This time she'd raised her left hand to cover her mouth to play along with an "embarrassed" expression, but from this side angle you could see that her open mouth was clearly turned in a smile, and Mina seemed to be really enjoying the attention. I wasn't sure what to make of all of this. Mina had to realize that people were all around her taking photos. Did she realize how pervy these guys were? Was she trying to be sexy, or was she just talked into posing that way by the photographers? Did she think this was part of a normal, "innocent" modelling job, or was she trying to turn these guys on?
The next photo in the series showed a completely different car, then a pair of different models after that... I returned to the screen of thumbnails, thinking I could more easily spot Mina now that I knew what her outfit looked like. Sadly, it seemed like I'd already browsed through all this photographer had captured of her. I clicked again on the first of her bent-forward poses, where she was making the peace sign, taking a moment to gaze at Mina in awe.
"Holy shit, is that Mina?" I hadn't noticed Jeremy move up behind me, but clearly he saw what was on my screen, and leaned in with one hand on the back of my chair.
"Yeah, I... got curious and found some photos of her from the auto show." I was doing my best to conceal my embarrassment at being caught looking at a photo like this at work, and to conceal the bulge in my pants, but I don't think Jeremy noticed—or cared. A glance over my shoulder confirmed that he was staring wide-eyed at the photo on the screen.
"Fuck, that's fucking hot. Are there more?"
"Uh, yeah," I said, navigating backwards in the series of photos (to avoid the last two photos of her bending forward even further), letting each display for a few seconds. None of these were as racy as her bent-over pose, so I don't think Jeremy minded me moving through them a bit more quickly.
"Man, you have to send me this website. This is what Mark's going to have her wear on Sunday? Holy fuck..."
"Yeah, sure, I'll message you with a link," I said, hiding the reluctance in my voice. I was a bit conflicted; Mina was a sweet girl, and sharing these photos around the office just seemed... wrong somehow. Still, Jeremy, Todd, and I would be seeing her wearing the outfit in person for game night, so it's not like this was much of a secret. It's something we'd all be seeing with our own eyes before long. Well, maybe not in quite the same poses...
"Maybe don't share these with Mark, though. Don't want him to get upset, or to have second thoughts about Sunday." I was less concerned with Mark having second thoughts than I was about him realizing I was looking up sexy photos of his girlfriend online, but I figured that would motivate Jeremy to keep the photos to himself.
"Yeah, good call," Jeremy agreed.
"I should get back to work though, before the boss catches me browsing this stuff on the job," I quickly added, hoping to cut off any potentially awkward conversations about the photos we'd been ogling.
"Yeah, you're probably right. You'd have a hard time explaining what slutty photos of Mina have to do with helping the boss reset his password again," Jeremy said while giving me a friendly slap on the shoulder. I felt bad hearing him call Mina 'slutty', but I couldn't deny it's exactly how she looked in the photos.
"I was coming over to see if you wanted a lift to Mark's on Sunday," he added. "The Packers are playing this weekend and Todd wanted me to DD so he could have a few drinks, so I thought I'd extend the offer."
"That's okay, I don't think I want to get too drunk on a Sunday," I replied.
"Gotcha. Send me that link!" he added with a grin as he headed out of the IT department.
I gave him a nod and a thumbs up, and copied the site URL into a message window to send his way...
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On Tuesday night I finally broke down and sent Mina a DM.
[ Hey Mina, how was the auto show? ]
[ Hey peter! I had sooo much fun!! :grin: How was your weekend? ]
[ I was pretty busy. Not as much fun as yours I'm sure! ]
[ Yea mark said you got called into work on saturday :frown: ]
[ It wasn't so bad. ]
[ So where are all the pics of you from the show? I figured you'd be excited to post some modeling photos on Instagram. ]
[ Lol i don't want to spoil the surprise for next weekend!! :stuck_out_tongue: ]
[ I have some i might put up next week. I'm not sure cause what i was wearing really isn't one of my #ootd looks :rofl: ]
I guess word hadn't spread to her and Mark about the photos I found online. I'm sure it wouldn't be too difficult for me to act surprised on Sunday.
[ What did Mark think about your outfit? ]
[ Oh he loved it!! :stuck_out_tongue_winking_eye: ]
Lucky bastard, haha. I couldn't help but smile for Mark's good fortune.
[ So you had fun modeling? You weren't nervous or anything? ]
[ It was great!! At first i was a little nervous but i got over that fast. I made friends with some of the other girls and they were so nice ]
[ I wanna do it again!! :smile: ]
[ What about the guys? I bet you got lots of attention from them too. :wink: ]
Ugh, I cringed at myself immediately after sending the message. I wanted to know what she thought of all the attention, and if she knew how sexual it was... but I couldn't just ask her outright if she liked guys taking photos of her ass and cleavage.
[ :rofl: oh yeah!! :blush: I got asked for soooo many photos. It was really exciting! ]
I guess that's as much info as I was going to get out of her for now. She didn't seem bothered by the attention I guess, whatever she took it to be. I wish I had some idea of where to find those "so many" photos online.
[ I'm glad you had fun. ]
[ See you on Sunday! ]
[ Ttyl <3 ]
I closed Instagram and immediately started searching online for more photos of her from the show. I couldn't help it—the thought of my hot friend Mina, who is always so sweet, acting slutty for of a crowd of guys so they could take photos and videos of her to jack off to was turning me on. I found a few more photos: her posing with the car; hugging someone else; making peace signs with another model. I got impatient and pulled up the images from the site I found yesterday. I blew my load staring at Mina, dressed up like a slutty schoolgirl, showing her ass off for a crowd of other men.
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I managed to find about a dozen more photos of Mina before the game on Sunday. A few on websites, and a few more on social media. Mostly it was just posing near the car, and a couple showed her hanging out with some of the other models, but there was nothing anywhere near as sexy as the photos I found of her bending over at the waist. I also found a short clip of her in a montage video from the event, but she was also just standing near the car, smiling and waving at the camera for that. I guess I couldn't blame these guys for keeping the upskirt photos to themselves. I'm sure nobody wants to announce to the whole internet that they're taking creepshots at a public event.
As much as I liked her as a friend, I couldn't help but look forward to seeing Mina dressed up on Sunday. Sure, it was objectifying, but there's no harm in thinking your friend's girlfriend is hot, right? I was a little worried that things might get carried away with her in that kind of outfit, especially if Jeremy came up with any 'pranks', but with Mark around I'm sure our behavior would stay well within the bounds of decency—even if Mina's outfit was anything but decent.
When I pulled up at Mark's place late Sunday afternoon Todd's car was already in the driveway. He and Jeremy usually carpooled over, so it's likely I was the last to arrive. No doubt the two of them were keen to spend as much time as they could with Mina dressed up in her outfit, and... honestly, I can't say I blamed them. I felt the same way.
When I rang the bell, it was Mina who answered the door a moment later. "Hi Peter!" she said with a big grin, coming in for a friendly hug. "What do you think?" she asked, stepping back and posing with one hand on her hip to let me get a better look at her outfit. "Hi. Uh, wow, you look... great!" I managed to stammer out as I looked her up and down, probably spending just a bit more time staring at her cleavage than was polite. Thankfully Mina didn't seem to notice (or mind). The outfit looked even more stunning on her in person.
