Emma Interlude: Modeling

Interlude warning: since this is from Emma's perspective, it might give some hints about what is to come later on in the main Isaac branch. I hope it will enhance the story rather than detracting from it, but the main story is so well done that I would probably recommend reading it through first before this.

I lounged on my bed, staring out of the window as the sky slowly faded fron orange to purple. As beautiful as it was, I turned to my phone and opened Tinder, trying to kill time while I waited. A few new matches. A few new cheesy pick-up lines. Nothing remotely interesting.

My door opened and Emily barged in with her camera around her neck. I rolled my eyes. Why did she never knock? I'd chewed her out on it enough times, after all.

"Finally. I thought you were going to bail on me."

She gave me a sweet smile that looked fake as hell. "Would I ever do that to my dear sister?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, I would. Especially when you want me to take photos of you for your fuckbuddies. Seriously, getting your sister to do it is weird enough, but when she's a minor? Yikes." She was tapping on her phone like she wasn't even paying attention to the words coming out of her mouth

I was off my bed like a shot. "You little --"

Flinching and instinctively turning away to protect the camera, she cackled nonetheless as I got right in her face. "Careful. You want me to take the pictures, right? And since last time went so well..." She stepped back and looked me over. "Are you wearing that?"

"Yes, fuck you for asking," I said. I hadn't changed since school, but that was the point. I wanted him to know it was the same day. It was always so much more fun that way.

She shrugged. "Okay."

Emily went to the kitchen to steal a chair while I took up my position on the bed, legs crossed. As she span the chair round to face me, I opened up my messages to Isaac. The first photo was the last message in the chat, and I took a moment to admire it. I took an even longer moment to remember the embarrassment on his face as he admitted what he had done to it. Three times.

It was delicious.

>Hey

I put my phone down and smiled into the lens as Emily aimed it at me. The shutter snapped, and then she was looking critically at the shot on her display before going through the motions of sending it to the upload drive we used. It used to be that I would jump up and check after each photo, but now...

My phone buzzed.

>Hey

Wow. I bet he agonized over that, too. I grinned.

>I promised you a picture

I had the picture on my end in moments, but I waited, counting out the seconds. Thirty was usually about right, certainly for a first timer like him. Too long and he would move on or give up, too little and there wouldn't be any anticipation.

Three, two, one ... I added a couple extra seconds for good measure, then sent it.

My chest rose and fell as I waited for his response. Had I waited too long? Thirty seconds was basically nothing, there was no way he gave up that easily. Maybe he was jacking off already, I laughed to myself.

"Have you even sent it?" Emily asked, but she was cut off by my phone buzzing in my hands.

>Wow

I smirked. That was nothing compared to what was coming.

>Wish I could see your reaction. Disappointed?

>Not at all. It’s a great photo

>Suuuuure

>Really. Thank you

>Want some more?

The reply came almost instantly.

>Of course

A low thrill coursed through me, anticipating what was to come. I hoped he wouldn't break ... There was nothing quite like hooking a new victim. "I'm in," I said.

Emily rolled her eyes. "Like they ever say no."

>I figured you would. Can’t give them for free though

Sending off the message, I began unbuttoning my shirt, then leaned back on my elbows. She leaned down and snapped the picture from a slightly lower angle. Without comment, she nodded at me to carry on to the next pose. Despite being so goddamn irritating sometimes, it was pretty cool seeing how professional she could be. Part of me wanted to take credit for spotting her talent when I roped her into all this in the first place, but the truth was I needed someone to hold the camera without any expectation of sex as a reward. It had helped that she had just got the fancy new one for her birthday.

I unbuttoned my shirt fully and leaned forwards, hands on my knees, as my shirt dangled loose. I was grinning now. The thin sliver of exposed skin and the temptation of my bra was all deliberate. A tease of what was to come if he played. My phone buzzed again, and I ignored it just long enough to let Emily take the shot before snatching it up.

>How much?

I laughed. If only it were that easy.

>lol Not like that. I mean a game. Bored right now and could use a distraction

>What game?

>It’s simple. I ask you a question and you try to answer it

Hiding my phone behind me, I slid the collar off my shoulders and down my back, revealing more of my body. I grinned into the camera lens, and Emily snapped the picture.

>Okay, I’m in

"Hm," Emily said, chewing her lip as she looked at the photo.

"What?" I asked, tapping out a reply.

>Great! First question: What is my worst subject?

"You've got the same expression every time," she said. "Just smiling, you know. Like, it suits you, but a bit of variation would help, especially when you're starting to tease him. Hint of bra is good smiling territory because you're in on the joke, but --"

I cut her off. "Okay, so like this?" Instead of looking at the camera, I looked down at the bra strap running over my shoulder and put on a more seductive expression, lips parted.

The sound of the shutters was answer enough.

>Math

Well, duh. I sent the first picture, the one that would dangle where this was going right in front of him, and quickly followed up with a tease.

>Congrats on your first win. Wonder how far you can get…

>Second question: What does my dad do?

I slid my arms out of my shirt entirely and chucked it onto the floor where it would be out of frame. Then I struck a thoughtful pose, looking out the window as I pushed out my chest. Emily snickered, and I turned around to glare at her.

"Dude, your tits are way too small for that to work."

I grabbed a pillow and threw it at her. "You can't talk!"

"I'm fourteen, I'm not _meant _to have tits yet," she said, shielding herself. "Just smile again, you've already added some variety."

I rolled my eyes and was about to pose when Isaac's reply came.

>Law enforcement

>No credit for partial answers.

>What specific job does he do?

>Detective?

That surprised me. Was he lucky, or genuinely paying attention to what we chatted about in the library? I knew he fantasized about me, it was written all over his face whenever I focused on some work for more than ten seconds and gave him enough time to daydream, but ... well, every guy had a different way of trying to get into my pants. Listening was just another method.

>Final answer?

>Yeah.

Letting him stew, I put my phone aside and lay back on the bed, unbuttoning the top of my jeans. Emily was already on her feet, leaning over me to get a good shot. Click. I unzipped and slid them slowly down until they were clear of my panties. Click. Further down, baring my thighs. Click. Then they were off entirely, joining my shirt on the floor.

Scooping up my phone, my thumb hovered over the send button. I relished an extra moment or two before relenting and sending the next picture.

>Impressed you got that one. I only mentioned it once

>Going to be honest, that was more of a guess

>Hopefully your luck continues.

I wasn't lying. I wanted him to want me, and what would make him want me more than seeing my panties up close?

>Third question: Who is my best friend?

>Sorry. I don’t know

The answer came almost instantly, and I pouted a little. He really didn't know about Sarah? Oh well. Now that I'd broached the topic of my relationships, I could start hitting the real questions. The ones that would give him hope, if I was lucky.

>Fourth question: Who am I dating right now?

Not once had I had an answer straight away after that one, so I put my phone down and turned my back to Emily. Looking over my shoulder at the camera, I reached behind me, rolling my lower lip into my mouth as I unclipped my bra. Click click click. I grinned. I was doing something right when that happened. "Perving on your big sister? Creepy, dude."

"I will literally get you a jail sentence," she replied, deadpan.

I flushed, about to retort, but the buzz interrupted me.

>No one.

Huh. Given how close I was with all the guys in the group, maybe he was playing the odds and figured he had a better chance guessing that than any one individual. Or maybe he was relying on wishful thinking. Oh man, what I wouldn't give to be in the room with him as he answered, watching every gear in his lust-clogged mind turning. I sent Emily's artsy photo and grinned as I typed out the next question.

>Fifth question: Am I a virgin?

Turning back to Emily, I slid off my bra and bared my tits. She held the camera up, finger on the button, then stopped. "Put it back on. And, like, peel it down."

I frowned. "What?"

She rolled her eyes and helped me back into it, then slid the straps off my shoulders and pulled the tops of the cups down until my nipples were just peeking over them. It still felt a little weird when she touched me, but we both did our best to act unfazed and I'd gotten used to it enough that it barely put me off. "Hold it there."

Click.

Buzz.

I didn't even look at my phone. Whatever he had answered, he could agonize over it for a little longer.

Emily's face lit up as I took my bra off again, and I could tell she had an idea. Once she got started, it was hard to get her to stop. I watched, puzzled, as she crouched down and took a picture, aiming at my lower half as I held the bra loose in one hand. She looked at the picture and beamed silently.

I scooted around and looked over her shoulder. At first, it was hard to see what she was so excited about. My body was in shot to just above my panties, as were my hand and the bra holding it. After a second, though, I realized that the glow from the streetlight outside gave the image a kind of ethereal beauty. I wasn't sure whether it would be any good for teasing guys, but it was a step above anything else she had taken of me. I gave her a begrudging smile. "Alright, that's pretty good."

Her smile widened, and I was reminded that even though she liked playing the snarky teenager, she still had that kid side that looked up to me. I really needed to remember that sometimes, especially when I was setting such a bad example for how to do relationships. I looked away awkwardly and finally read Isaac's answer.

>No

Maybe he wasn't completely lost to wishful thinking. I sent the next picture.

>Took you long enough ; )

>Sixth question: Since you now have a few pictures of me for reference, how big are my boobs?

>I’ll cut you some slack. Just cup size is fine

"Panties?" I said. Emily nodded, the smile slipping from her lips as a mask of professionalism replaced it.

Crawling onto my bed, I let my face rest on the sheets as I pushed my ass into the air. Click. Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear, I teased them down over my cheeks. Click. Click click. My pussy was wet, I knew. Now Emily knew too. To my relief, she didn't say anything as I peeled them off completely, just as my phone buzzed. I snatched it up quickly, grateful for the distraction.

>B cup

Wow, he was surprisingly good at this, I thought as I sent the close-up of me undoing my jeans.

>Good guess! As a bonus, I’ll send you another one if you answer a question about yourself

>Are you a boobs or ass man?

I avoided making eye contact with Emily as I posed for a couple of full-body shots. Once my panties were off, it always got a little tense, probably because I was nearly always wet by now. Maybe she thought it was just because I liked stripping for guys, but that was only part of it ...

Isaac was really taking his time with this one.

With an unspoken agreement, Emily took one last picture and then left, pulling the door closed with that mask of professionalism still on her face. I really needed to have a talk with her about this someday.

My phone buzzed in my hands.

>Boobs I guess. But really, I think a girls smiling face beats both

>Haha bullshit.

>Truth

What did that even mean?

>Oh, then I suppose you want to stop here?

>The next few pictures don’t have my face in them

>The ones after don’t have clothes...

>Maybe you better send them anyway so I can confirm

I giggled a little bit. Nice try.

>lol Not happening. You want them, you earn them.

>Which brings us to the seventh question: Do I spit or swallow?

>What the heck?

>You have a 50/50 chance. More than fair

>I mean what is with these questions?

>?

>Aren’t these a bit personal?

I paused, thumbs on the keypad. What was personal about it? Then I thought a little harder and realized that for a nerdy teenage almost-definitely virgin, maybe sex in general was personal. I decided to cut him a bit of slack.

>If you have a problem with the questions, you can stop at any time. Considering the nature of the pictures you are getting, I think the questions are theme appropriate, don’t you think?

>Yeah but aren’t you embarrassed by me knowing these things?

>Why would I be?

>We study together

I paused again. So?

>You’re pretty weird, Isaac, you know that? You’re more than happy to get pictures of me undressing, but knowing something like if I’m a virgin or not crosses a line?

>I’m just confused about what is happening right now.

The wait for that message was bad, but the message itself was worse. I had no idea what to do with it. It didn't fit into the game, and the amount of subtext loaded onto it made me feel stupid for not being able to figure it all out. He clearly had a very different approach to all this than I did - that was what I had been counting on, after all - but he could admit it. His desire for more photos didn't override his logic, but his logic didn't override his desire for more photos either because if it had, he wouldn't be playing the game at all. He would just leave. If I was honest with myself, he probably should.

I made one last ditch attempt to steer it back to the game.

>You really know how to suck the fun out of this. Fine. Answer that question and I’ll send you all the pictures I took

I waited for him to question it more, to protest somehow.

>Spit

Just like that, the game was back on. And he had guessed wrong. I grinned to myself and lay back on the bed, phone to one side, as triumph rushed through me. More than that, though, I was already picturing the agony on his face when he realized how close he had been. How much more he would want me now, knowing pictures of my entire body had been on the table, waiting for him to take them, and instead he had spilled coffee all over them in his haste to believe that I was still, somehow, prim and proper.

I looked through the pictures. What a shame. I almost considered sending him the one Emily had stopped for as consolation, with my bra in my hand and that ethereal lighting, but then I imagined how tortured he would feel with nothing at all.

Without meaning to, my free hand had gone to my clit and was rubbing slowly. I stopped, looking down at myself. When was the last time I had masturbated without a guy at least in the same room?

Shaking my head, I tapped out a message, going for the kill.

>Mmm. Too bad.

Even as I sent it, I thought it was harsh. The part of me that recognized how messed up I was hated me for it, and the part of me that was messed up told me to be careful about driving him away too quickly. So they compromised.

>See you Wednesday, Isaac.