A photographer

"Hi! Miss Valerie! There you are!" said a breathless man as he ran up to her. He had a large camera slung around his neck. "It's me - Michael, the photographer. You remember my call?" he asked her.

His words hardly registered in Valerie's mind. She was so horny that all she could think about was being fucked. "...call?" she questioned him, her voice hoarse.

"Yes! Yesterday I called you about the org's new internal campaign. We want to show how fun and dynamic the work environment is here. You agreed to participate in a group photo shoot for it."

Valerie did recall a call like that. At the time she had politely brushed it off as the usual corporate fluff, but it seemed that her noncommittal words had been taken as an agreement. That was a problem, because the last thing she needed right now was to have her pictures taken while a few post-it notes barely covered her private areas. Those pictures would probably be posted everywhere, maybe even online-

The sound of a shutter click interrupted her thoughts.

"Great shot! A candid shot of an agent at work." said Micheal, smiling from behind the camera.

"Um, can we get this over with quick? I, uh, have other obligations..." Valerie said weakly, trying her best to conceal her body from the camera.

"I just need a few shots of people talking in the office, discussing a document, that sort of thing. It'll be only a few minutes..."

He stopped a few other people passing in the corridor. Soon, there was a group of four men and women alongside Valerie, all part of the scene. He handed Valerie a piece of paper.

"First - a speech. Valerie, pretend to read this as if explaining the contents. All the others, I want you to look at her p..paper! Ahem. I mean the paper!"

Valerie turned red, trying her best to ignore the fact that nobody was looking at the paper. She could feel their gazes fixated on her bare body, their eyes roaming over the individual beads of sweat trickling down her form. She was pretty sure one of them had moved slightly behind her only to ogle her ass. She had to focus to stop her legs from quivering with shame.

"Great! Next shot." Michael said after a few clicks. "A simple group photo. Stand next to each other, arms crossed with a big ol' smile."

They complied, although predictably Valerie ended up front and center of the group. She had wanted to shuffle in the back, but none of the others let her slip to the back. She ended up in a shot with all of her body in focus, the sticky notes being the only thing preventing her from displaying her deepest secrets for the camera.

"This last one is tricky. Corporate wanted a shot which shows how we all support each other, even in the hardest of times. Do you guys have any ideas?" he asked the group.

Giving me something to wear would be a start, Valerie thought wryly. However, somehow she knew that was never going to be an option.

"I know!" one of the women in the group piped up. "What if we write supportive messages on Valerie's notes? That'll show we support all types of lifestyles, nudist or otherwise!"

"I'm not a-" Valerie tried to protest, but excited chatter from the group drowned her out. They all loved the idea, and one of them produced marker pens from his pocket just for this purpose.

Two men in the group stood on either side of Valerie. One of them drew the org's logo on the sticky note covering her left nipple, while the other wrote down the motto initials on the right. She had to bite her tongue to prevent gasping, for they pressed the notes against her breasts, causing her sensitive nipples to harden.

The woman kneeled down and simply drew a big red heart on the piece of paper covering her pussy. Valerie trembled at her touch, for she had brought her hand behind the paper to support it. One of her fingers had gently brushed against her clit. Valerie didn't think it was possible to turn more redder than she was, but in that moment she did.

They all turned, the two men at each of her side pointing at their messages, while the woman stayed sitting down, pointing at the note on her crotch. She heard the shutter click and prayed this ordeal was soon over.

"Thank you everyone! I think I have what I need!" said Michael, before quickly running away to torment other souls with his photo requests.

The people in the group quickly scattered, each of them having some work appointment. The woman was the last to leave. "Bet you liked it," she quietly whispered in Valerie's ear as she parted. She showed her finger, glistening with Valerie's juices before seductively putting it in her mouth.

Valerie blushed. She stammered goodbye and practically ran to Iris's room. By the time she had arrived, the sticky notes had long scattered to the wind. She locked the door behind herself and went straight to the shower.

She began soaping up and pleasuring herself in equal measure.

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