Photoshoot 
by jastes22 

Part 2 - Test Pictures

I held my breath and ran up the steps to Lia’s home and rapped on the door, echoing my racing heartbeat. A light drizzle pattered across the driveway and filled the air with the white noise of rain.

Thankfully, Drew hadn’t been opposed to me bringing a friend. I worried that he was hoping that it would just be me and him, him clothed, me naked, but he seemed relieved when I sent him the text saying that Lia would be joining us.

In fact, he seemed to only get bolder, sending me a text saying that he had reached out to Lia to have the shoot at her spacious home instead of his. It worked out with her parents gone for the weekend.

That text was quickly followed by a text dictating what I should wear: a simple white top with buttons and a black skirt that went to my mid-thighs, complete with a set of plain, nude-colored bra and panties. I had gawked at Drew’s text. He really thought he could control what I wore? What did it matter, if I was going to be naked, anyways?

Eventually, though, I relented. This was his shoot, and I had agreed to it. Best to just make everything go smoothly and quickly.
I had almost come to term with a boy picking out my wardrobe when he sent me the second text.

You may want to get waxed for the shoot.

That was the whole text. It took me a second to figure out what he meant until I realized that he meant I should wax my pussy. I nearly texted him back that the deal was off right then and there. How could he tell me what to do about what was in between my legs?

But, again, I reminded myself that I was doing this for him. He had only ever been kind to me, always respectful and never pushy. Always willing to help when I never gave a second thought to him. In fact, the way he was kind of bossing me around was oddly turning me on.

So, semi-reluctantly, I obeyed my friend’s request and booked an appointment not only to get my pussy waxed, but to get a full-body wax the day before the shoot. Being a natural blond, my pubic and body hairs didn’t particularly stand out, but now I was completely hairless below my neck. My skin still tingled where the fabric of my clothes rubbed where I wasn’t used to it. I felt jittery with the foreign sensation of feeling naked even with clothes, and I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not.

It was painful to wait, trying to force my heartbeat down and swallow with the tightness in my throat. I looked around. It was a mostly empty part of the neighborhood, though there were definitely people around. I felt a little better seeing Lia’s car nearby. At least I wasn’t alone.
The door opened. “Ashley!” Drew said. “Glad you could make it.”

I bet you are, I thought. Still, I was grateful to be out of the cold. Lia looked up from a pot of tea she was brewing. At the sight of me, her face split into a grin and she jumped up. “Hey, Ash!”

“Okay, let’s get this over with,” I said. I swallowed hard at the words. It made me sound like I was eager for it, though I definitely was not. I was just a rip-off-the-Band-aid sort of girl. I had been squirming at the thought of the shoot ever since I agreed to it.
“Not yet,” Drew said. “I need to get some test pictures.”
“Test pictures?”
“I just need to get some pictures of you in different poses and different lighting so I know what will work best with your composure. Nothing crazy.”

“Oh…okay,” I said, not sure why the thought of test pictures made me nervous.

Because once he starts to take pictures, test or not, this all becomes very real, I thought.

He brought me over to the main room on the second floor, where he had everything set up. He grabbed a heavy-duty camera, and started to give me instructions. I fell into an obedient trance, trying not to think about how my friend was dictating everything about me. I worked my way through several poses—hands on hip, arms folded in front of my chest, and then one with my hands behind my back. It felt strange to take directions from Drew, like I was his servant or something. I was doing a favor for him, but it felt like it was the complete opposite. It took a long time, too, as he had to make tweaks and changes to the floodlights, the background, and to his camera with each picture. I felt awkward just standing there, but I wasn’t sure what else I could do.

“Lia? Can you grab a chair and bring it over here?” Drew asked.

For some reason, that made me blush. There were going to be props?

He told me there would be props, I reminded myself. So you won’t have to show…everything.

“Sure thing!” Lia said, jumping up from her seat on the nearby couch.

She placed the chair next to me. I couldn’t look her in the eye, not without blushing. She seemed a little too excited at all this, but maybe that was just my imagination. Lia had always been a cheery girl.

“Okay, Ashley, for this next one, put your leg on the table and stretch it out as much as you can.”

I looked at the chair. It wasn’t tall, and I was athletic, but putting my leg up that high would still ride up my skirt. “Umm…”

“Come on, Ash. The quicker we do this the sooner it’s over.”

“Okay, okay,” I said. I leaned on one foot and raised the other to rest on the chair seat. I winced at the sensation of my skirt riding up my thigh, and felt my blood run a little colder as I heard the sound of the camera in Drew’s hand go off. “Perfect,” he said, oblivious to my discomfort. “Okay, one more, and then I think we’re ready.”

I swallowed, resolving to just do whatever Drew asked. The rain outside was picking up. “What’s next?”

“I want you to lie across the couch and look up at me from the side. Really try to stretch out your entire body.”

“The…couch?”

“Yes, Ash. The couch,” Drew said, his tone annoyed.

I bit back a retort. Drew never used my nickname, but he seemed to be in his own headspace right now, one where he was in control. I wondered what he was thinking right now. Was he imagining me naked? Splayed out like a starfish?

I climbed onto the couch. My limbs felt awkward and wooden, and I felt disoriented, like I was swimming and water and didn’t know which way was up. I flipped over onto my back.

“Good,” Drew said. “Now put your hands over your head and bend your right leg a little.”

“Like…this?” I asked, doing as he said. It felt terribly awkward, and I could feel the blood rising in my cheeks the longer it took.

“Perfect,” Drew said with a ghost of a smile. He snapped a picture, and I stopped myself from shutting my eyes in embarrassment. Why was I embarrassed? I hadn’t shown off anything! And I wasn’t the kind of girl who got easily flustered at school. I was a confident woman, but something about the whole thing was making me flounder like a fish out of water.

It’s okay, I told myself. I just won’t do that again. Not in that pose. If Drew asks again, I’ll just say no, and won’t give him an option.

“Is that it?” I asked.

“Not quite,” Lia said. “I want to do one more.”

I swallowed back a complaint that Drew was in charge, not Lia. I was shocked to realize that I thought of Drew as being in charge. Drew, quiet, shy Drew who couldn’t bring himself to ask me to dance, who was in charge and not myself, the tall, blonde, bombshell of a girl.

“Okay, you can stand up now. Stand right in front of the camera and put your hands on the back of your hair, pushing it up a little,” Lia said.

That was it? That wasn’t too bad. I hurried to follow her instructions before Drew could add something onto it.

I stood there for a moment before reaching back and pushing up my hair. I didn’t realize how much the motion would emphasize my chest or even spread my legs for balance, but I suddenly felt very exposed. I bit my lip, not trying to be sexy, just trying not to think about what I looked like.

“You look so sexy!” Lia said with a girlish giggle. I blushed, and my fingers twitched, urging to cover my clothed body from the eyes of my two friends.

Drew took one last picture. “Okay. Great. Do you want to see the pictures?”

I hesitated, unsure. I didn’t want to see myself posing for Drew, but I did want to see if any of them were bad or made me look like a slutty model. I walked over as Drew worked his way through the pictures. It felt like there were at least 40 pictures, just test pictures, but it couldn’t have been more than a dozen or so.

“Okay,” Drew said. “You ready to start?”

My heart sunk. We hadn’t even started, but I already felt like I wanted to sink into the floor and disappear.

“What’s first?” I asked.