Wana'be Model

"Only, if it doesn't involve you putting your hand inside my costume."

"And if it does?"

"Then I'll have to tell you to stop. Even if it means I have to go home with nothing."

"Well that's ok then, because the final part of this test doesn't involve my touching your flesh at all. So can I carry on?"

"Ok."

He moved his hand directly under my crotch, and lifted until I felt one of his fingers make contact with the thin material of the gusset of the costume. My reaction was automatic, instant, and completely involuntary. Even though I was being held by my tummy, my hips sort of plunged downwards, pushing his finger and costume material into my cunt hole. Maybe only half inch or so; but that was enough to send a shudder through my whole body (and my body hole). He then drew it forwards, out of my hole, along my slot until he reached my clit. His finger circled around my clit, which with my aroused pussy, didn't take much encouragement before it swelled like a little dick with a hard-on.

This was something my husband would always tease me about; he'd call me a chick with a dick.

"Jesus, is that your clit?"

"Please stop now."

"Oh come on. You can't expect me to stop now, that clit of yours feels amazing. Just let me pull the costume across to get a look at it."

"No please don't."

"If you let me just have a quick look, then we'll get on with the shooting, and I'll give you top marks for this part of your assessment."

"Just a look? You have to promise you won't touch me?"

"I promise. Now can I look?"

"Ok. But it is just a quick look, and then you'll let me get my legs closed."

"Let go of her leg and get that desk cleared off. Come on John, I'll take her legs, let's get her on her back."

"What are you doing?" But they didn't answer until I'd been lifted up onto his desk, and had Richard holding my leg one side, and John the other. I was spread wide, with Graham (the boss) stood right up close to my crotch.

"We're only going to have a look like you said we could."

"I never said you could lay me back and open my legs like this. Please, I want to get up."

"But all of us wanted to see it, so now we have got you here, can we have that look?"

It wasn't what I'd wanted, but it seemed pointless making an issue out of it. "Ok, but remember just a look, no touching."

He put both hands into the front of the costume where it narrowed and plunged its way towards my pussy. I'd expected only one hand, and that he'd simply pull it across to one side. But no, his two hands gripped the material, and with a quick apposing tug, the material shredded apart. The stretchy design of the costume now meant the front shot up towards my bust, and a quick lift of my bum by John and Richard, allowed the back to do the same. The costume was now no more than a skimpy midriff showing top

"Oh god no. Please let me close my legs."

I struggled, but they held me tight. "Lay still my dear, you said we could have a look, and that's what we're doing. We won't hurt you."

"Please, you've had your quick look. Let me get up now."

"Oh Blast! You've gone off the boil; your clit has disappeared back into hiding. Can I just stroke your pussy to get it aroused again?"

"No please, you promised no touching."

"That's right we did, but you said we could look, so if we keep to our side of the bargain and don't touch you, we can look some more?"

"You said just a quick look."

"But what is quick, it's all relative. Come on we've seen it now, surely it won't hurt if we look at you a bit more? Lets say just a minute; you can time us on the clock up there."

"Ok one minute, but then you let me get dressed?"

"It's a deal, one minute starting as soon as the second hand gets to the top, and then we'll give you the next costume and start shooting."

There was about fifteen seconds to go before the second hand got to the top, but what the hell, ogling at my pussy for one minute or one minute fifteen seconds, what's the difference. But although they weren't actually touching me, both John and Richard were pulling my legs into different positions, obviously trying to stretch my pussy open more. I couldn't stop them, and I guess I'd agreed to it, so I kept quiet and let them get on with it.

But as soon as the second hand completed its revolution of the dial, I said, "Ok minute up. Come on let me get down."

They both lowered my legs to the floor, and I got to my feet. "Spoil-sport, we were enjoying that. But you can definitely say you past part one with flying colours. Now here is a bikini, go and put it on, and we'll be waiting in the studio, it's through that door."

They all went one way; I went back into the little room to get changed. The first thing I noticed was all my clothes that I'd left in the room, were all gone, and so was my handbag. My handbag had my mobile phone, and my purse with all my credit cards and cash. Without that, I was really in trouble. I was about to dash out to ask where they'd all been put, and suddenly realised, I was naked from the waist down. I stopped and put on the bikini, this was so small it was hardly worth bothering with.

Three small triangles of material, they were maybe three inches along each side, and a few lace ribbons to hold the whole thing together. One almost covered my pussy's bushy mound, held in place by ribbons that tied on each side of my waist, with only a single ribbon dropping through the crevice of my bum, to anchor the bottom of the triangle. Then each breast had its own triangle, with a bow tied behind my back, and one around the back of my neck.

Now when I first got here, there was no way I'd have worn anything this skimpy, but I reasoned, they'd seen my pussy already. And now for a reason I couldn't even explain to myself, I just wanted to be selected. So assuming the worst part (the touching bit), was over, I now thought it was just the photos.

So off I went to see what this studio was like.

As I opened the door, I was blown away by the sheer size of the place, it was at least thirty feet long, and over twenty feet wide! At the far end directly in the middle was a bed, circular. It must have been ten foot across. There were big flood light stood all around the place like you see when they shoot movies. There was a man sitting on a camera seat, this was also exactly like you see when they're shooting a movie! Then there was another man with a big camera on his shoulder, not a simple home video camera, a big professional one. And over the other side one more camera-man, that makes three in all. This third one had a still camera, with a lens on the front like a dustbin.

Then there were five men sitting on a couch to one side. Three were black, two white, but somehow foreign looking, Italian, or some other European country I'd guess. All these men were naked, well almost; they had the smallest of pouches that cradled their dicks.

Then at the other side was another couch, where Graham, John, and Richard were sitting.

For a second the awesomeness of this set-up took away the burning question I'd dashed in here to ask, and then suddenly as Graham spoke, it came back to me. "Are! There you are my dear. You look stunning in that costume."

As I dashed across to where he was sitting, Richard chirped up. "She'll look even better when we get her out of it."

I let his comment pass with out reaction. "What have you done with my clothes?"

"Calm down dear. What are you talking about?"

"My clothes! And my handbag, they're all gone. Where have you put them?"

"Calm down, I'm sure we can sort this out. I don't know what's happened to your stuff, but it can't be far away."

"Look I left them in that room where I got changed and they're not there now."

"But dear, we were all in the room with you, we couldn't have taken them. These guys were all down this end of the unit, so they couldn't have touched them either. Hey I know what's happened, which room did you just get changed in?"

"The small room off the place where your desk is, that's where I got changed the first time."

"There are two rooms, one on the left, and one on the right, they are both identical. Your pussy was so worked up, and you were in such a state, I bet you just went into the wrong one."

Could he be right, could I have used a different room? I guess in a place like this, they would be identical. And as he said, we were all together in his room all the time, I'd have known if any of them had been in and touched my stuff.

"Maybe you're right. I'm sorry I got so upset, I'll just go and check to make sure."

"Ah ah. I wouldn't if I was you, you're still being assessed, and I expect you to trust me, not go checking what I tell you."

"But I just wanted to make sure."

"And if you can't find them! Then you'll get all upset and spoil our shoot. That is exactly the kind of thing that we don't want our models doing. If I say it'll be ok, you just get on with the job in hand, and I'll make sure its ok when we've finished. Is that a deal?"

"I guess so, so long as you're sure my stuffs ok?"

"SURE YOUR STUFFS OK! DON'T YOU EVER QUESTION ME LIKE THAT AGAIN! If you're going to start being awkward, I can soon turn into Mr Nasty. You do realise that if I wanted to, I could just chuck you out now, and even ask for that bikini back, it is ours after all. We could just pack-up the unit, and drive away leaving you out here on the moors, with thirty miles to the nearest phone box. That's if its not been vandalised."

I was panic stricken by his reaction, and I pleaded, "Please. Why are you saying these things, what have I done?"

"I'm just getting a little fed-up with your attitude, either you're here to please me, and maybe get selected, or you can just fuck-off now! Its nice and sunny out there, I'm sure a friendly rapist will give you a lift if you show a bit of leg. Oh I forgot; you'll be showing more than just your legs."

"Please, I'm sorry. You're scaring me talking like that. I promise I'm not trying to be awkward. Please I really want to get selected; I've done everything you've asked me to do. Just tell me what you want me to do next."

"She's right boss, and anyway you know we're all dying to see her clit when it gets excited again."

"I suppose you're right John. Let's forget I got upset, and start again. Where was I?" His manner calmed down just as quickly as it had got aroused, and he was now talking softly again. But I was once again filled with mixed feelings; I was terrified by the thought of being left out here to walk the moors naked, without my phone or any money. But on the other hand, John was on about getting me worked up again, so this was also a worry. But strange as it sounds now, at the time it seemed like the lesser of the two evils.

"You had just complimented her on how nice she looks in that bikini."

"That's right, she is stunning. Isn't she?" Then he looked at John. "Go and get that pedestal and bring it across here." John collected this pedestal thing. It was a circular platform about two foot across, and about eighteen inches high. He placed it on the floor in front of Graham, who said, "Ok hop up love." I didn't like the thought of opening my legs in this bikini, even to step up this far. I knew it only had a thin ribbon of cotton running under my crotch. And knowing this, I at first hesitated to get onto the pedestal. But then as I saw the anger building in Graham's face, I lifted my foot onto the platform, and stepped up. It felt very bizarre being up here and all of them sitting down there looking up at me.

"Ok I know it's not very wide, but get your feet to the outer edges, so your legs are spread as wide as it will allow." I didn't hesitate; there was brusqueness in his voice, which somehow worried me. My feet were soon to the rim of this platform, not what you'd call spread wide open. But with the minimal cover afforded by this bikini, and them all seated below me looking up, wide enough to allow them a good view of my pussy lips.

"Right my lovely. How does it feel standing there like that?"

Assuming this was a test question, I answered with what answer I thought they'd want to hear. "It feels ok."

"Can I get you to express yourself a bit more? Maybe you're still shy. Please try to overcome your shyness, you're amongst friends here."

"I am still a little shy; I'm not used to doing this kind of thing."

"Ok, it's understandable. But we are your friends, and we are trying to help you get selected. What I'm looking for, is an honest answer, but one that maybe you're too shy to express. You know, if standing up there with us all looking up at your crotch makes you feel aroused. Then don't just tell me you feel ok, tell me it feels good to have you all looking at my pussy, or it turns me on when you look at my cunt. Don't feel shy about what words you use, your mom won't know if you say cunt instead of pussy. Do you get the idea?"

"Yes. I think so."

"Ok I'll ask the question again. How does it feel standing there like that?"

I plucked-up all my courage, and tried to say what I thought would please him. "Well if you want the real truth, I know this bikini doesn't cover the lips of my cunt. So I know that's what you men are all looking at. It feels like you all desire my body, and that makes me hot."

"That was excellent. Now we can move to the next stage."

"What, the photographs?"

"No. Not yet. One more thing to do first."

"But you said in there, that once I'd let you look at me, we'd start the shooting session."

He'd launched himself from the couch, "Right that's it! Fuck her off out of my sight. I've had enough of her stupid questioning." And then he just stormed out of the studio.

I was dumbfounded.

"You stupid girl! Do you realise what you've done? He had just said before you came in, that once you've finished the photo shoot, we were going to call a halt to our search. He'd decided you were perfect for the role. He was even talking about using you for a few other contracts we've got lined-up. Your bloody future was made. This time next year, you wouldn't have been able to pickup a magazine without seeing your face smiling back at you. What ever possessed you to question him? Can't you see he doesn't like being questioned?"

By now I was curled up on the couch, with my face in my hands sobbing my eyes out. "I...I'm sorry. Sob. I...I didn't mean to get him upset. But he did say we'd do the shoot next."

"Who cares what he said? All he was going to ask you to do was to talk a bit more about yourself, and then we'd be into the shoot. You'd better pray he calms down. Because if not he'll be back in here ordering us to pack-up the unit, and make no mistake, he will chuck you out and leave you stood there naked."

"Please no. You wouldn't let him."

"Are you joking? We do as we're told; otherwise we're out of a job."

"Isn't there anything I can do to put things right?"

"Only pray. And if he does come back, and give you another chance, just go with whatever he asks you to do. Once he sees you'll do what he wants without any sign of hesitation, he'll get the shooting session underway. After all, the shoot is what we're all here for. So no matter what he asks, don't hesitate, do it instantly, with a big smile as though you're enjoying it. And for god's sake don't ask him why he wants; what ever he's just asked you to do."

"What do you think the chances of him chucking me out are?"

"Look, if you really do want this job, I can guarantee it's yours, just so long as you go along with him. But are you prepared to do what ever it takes? If you can swear to me that you're not going to upset him again. That this isn't just something that would be nice to have. Its got to be something you've really got to have, and are prepared to put yourself out for. If you can promise me you'll do anything, no matter what it takes, then I'll go and try to convince him to give you another chance. But if you screw-up, it wont just be you getting chucked out, I'll loose my job for sticking-up for you."

When he told me all that stuff about me making it as a model, I'd swallowed his bait, hook, line and sinker. He'd now got me completely hooked, the thought of being famous, and having my picture in all the magazines. I even convinced myself it would be worth letting this man have me on my back again, spread wide open, whilst they took turns playing with my clit. I obviously wasn't going to offer this, and of course I'd resist. But I knew in my heart of hearts, that I'd not win him over by saying a few dirty words.

So believing I'd pushed my own boundaries further than they'd expect me to go, I said, "I promise I'll do what ever he asks me."

"Ok but remember I'm counting on you; be sexy, and make him feel special, that's the secret."

"You're a bloody fool." That was John talking to Richard.

"What are you going on about?"

"You! You'll go out there, plead her case, Graham will come back in fully expecting that she'll let him work her pussy-up, so he can see that clit he's been going on about. She'll say no, and you've just lost a really cushy well-paid job."

"She wouldn't let me down, you heard her promise."

"Ok. I'll ask her. Well?" He looked at me. "Come-on. Don't look dumb. You just heard what I said to him. Will you let him work you-up again, and look at your clit?"

Now I was put on the spot. But in truth, he'd only confirmed what I'd thought they would expect of me. Like I said before, surely it's worth it? I mean they'd already done it once. "If that's what he asks me to do, I'll let him."

"With us all watching?"

"Why not?"

"Prove it."

"I will, when Graham comes back in."

"But if you don't come up with the goods, Rich will be out of a job."

"I just said I'll do it."

"Look you silly bitch, you need to prove it to Rich now, before he puts his job on the line."

"How?"

"You lay back, and let us spread your twat open, and then I'll believe you."

I knew this was it; I had to put-up or ship-out. I just lay myself back on the couch, and lifted my legs high and wide.

"You have to tell us. We can't touch you, unless you tell us we can."

"You can both spread my legs open."

Then Richard asked. "And we can finger it, to get it worked up?"

I didn't like the thought of this, but reluctantly I said, "Yes. You can finger me."

John said, "I want to kiss it as well?"

I thought; what the hell difference would it make? "If that's what it takes. Yes. You can kiss it."

He was soon down on my pussy, his tongue lapping in my hole, and up my slit. It was obvious I'd soon be out of control, and I didn't know how this would end-up. And then to my surprise. "Ok John, that's enough. If we get her too worked-up, Graham will go ballistic."

John did as he was told and sat up, still holding my legs spread wide. But there actions had proved that they were both obviously worried about this Graham character.

"Jesus Rich. She's fucking awesome. Look at her clit."

My bottom triangle must have pulled up forwards, uncovering me completely. They were both staring and mesmerised by what they saw.

"Fucking hell; and you only just licked her for two seconds." And then to me, "Come-on you'd better get stood back up and I'll try to get Graham to calm down. You aren't gonna let me down are you?"

"I promise I'll let him go as far as it takes."

"Good girl, and I promise you won't regret it. This time next year, you'll look back, and thank god I got you to go just that little bit extra."

"I want to thank you now, honestly. I really do appreciate what you're doing for me."

As soon as he left the room, John stretched his arm across to where I was standing. "Come-on open your legs, I want another feel before they get back." I didn't argue, I just parted my legs. His finger slid back along my slot, and straight up my wet pussy. But I could tell it wasn't just one finger, he was ramming up and down with his first two fingers. I let him carry on without making any comment. At first, it felt rough and as though I was being abused. But before a minute was up, my pussy was reacting, and I was now having difficulty stopping myself from buckling at the knees, and then laying myself open for him.