ALICE Ch 159

The studio that Diorgasm has rented in Barcelona is appropriately decadent, not that Alice gets to enjoy any of it. Cosette jabbers away in French on her phone while two French girls quite roughly strip Alice and get to work on her, using concealer on blemishes all over her body.

Alice is just… not down with having her dick out in front of strangers, and not only is that happening, but they’re touching her. Not her penis, but still. It’s awful. And she’s self-conscious about her bony body to begin with. She’s so miserable that at least she doesn’t have to worry about the embarrassment of an unwanted erection.

That process drags; they prep her body, then do her face.

Finally, she’s presented with a pair of soft, black boxer briefs.

“Then why the fuck was I naked in the first place?” she hisses at Cosette.

Cosette pulls away from her phone long enough to give her a dismissive peck on the cheek and a pat on the bottom.

Fuming, Alice stalks out into the studio, so annoyed that she’s not even worried about her hard nips drawing attention to her flat chest. There, she stands awkwardly while lights are adjusted and photos are taken. These pictures won’t see the light of day; they’re just getting ready for the real stuff.

“Where’s Val?” she asks one of the Diorgasm people, who replies unhelpfully in French. “Look, I’m not trying to be racist against French people, but I feel like that’s where this is headed,” she warns Cosette, who ignores her.

One of the girls comes up and firmly steers Alice, making her face the door.

“I need you to look this way, please. Kneel,” she says.

“What? Why?” Alice obeys, feeling lost.

“It’s because I’m naked.”

That’s Val’s voice coming from behind Alice, and she sounds apologetic.

Alice stiffens, and she tries vainly to grab the reins of her imagination.

“You’re naked? I’m mostly naked,” Alice replies.

“I’m actually also mostly naked. But I’m… bottomless,” Val says, audibly embarrassed.

Alice blinks. There was some discomfort and awkwardness at the last shoot, but she’s never heard Val flustered before. Having one’s lower half bare in front of a bunch of strangers will do that, though.

“Why? Why do you need to be bottomless? I am so confused.”

“I don’t know. Just don’t look.”

“OK,” Alice promises gallantly, fixing her gaze on the door.

“OK,” Cosette cuts in with her thick accent, clapping her hands several times. “Alice, Valeria is going to be on your shoulders. Get ready.”

“On my…” Alice sighs. “Whatever.”

There’s lots of moving and sounds beside her. Several pairs of hands help Val clamber into place, and it’s not until the touching is happening that Alice starts to appreciate how bad this is. It’s not like she can feel anything explicit between Val’s legs against the back of her head, but the warm, smooth thighs squeezing her are another matter.

Someone puts her hands on Val’s legs to hold her steady.

“OK, and you need to stand up.”

“What?”

“Stand up,” Cosette orders.