IN THE NAME OF ART

“Mppfm!”

That was the sound of Alexa’s protest as her lips smashed into Bonnie’s. There was some real wide-eyed wonderment in the redheaded models as the third one **** their heads together. Full red lips meeting full red lips. Young ginger tasting another young ginger, their inexperienced tongues smashing into each other.

All the while Anna-Marie’s camera made snappings sounds after another.

It didn’t last long, though. Even though Alexa was somewhat exhausted from her near-orgasm, she still had enough power in her left to wiggle out of Rachel’s grip.

“No! Stop! Seriously! What’s wrong with you?”, she spouted as she stepped away from the sofa. Rachel was still holding onto Bonnie’s hair.

“Oh come on. Don’t be a child. This is modeling. Go back to the junior leagues, if you can’t handle the heat,” Rachel insulted her with her sharp British accent.

“This isn’t modeling, this is… I mean, this is…” Alexa was looking at me and Anna-Marie now. Anna-Marie was still shooting the group.

Was she afraid to stop or something?

“Oh shut up. Stay there and watch how pros do it,” Rachel said menacingly and pulled poor Bonnie into her face. This time she would be the recipient of Rachel’s **** smooching.

Rachel was going to town on her. It began very roughly. It almost looked like she was eating her face, biting Bonnie’s lips, nose and kissing her sideways. Bonnie could do little else than let her do what she wanted. No matter what you thought of Rachel, these would be some awesome fucking pictures.

For a porno magazine, let’s be honest.

Alexa stayed to the side, but didn’t turn her eyes from the scene. Her face was still flushed.

She probably hated the part of her that wanted to be Bonnie right now.

And Anna-Marie… Oh fuck, I completely forgot about her trait!

I pulled up my app and looked at the choices again.

This one seemed pretty clear to me. It had to be A.

So much potential. So many things I could sell to her as an “art project” when actually she’s falling further and further into depravity. Including this shoot.

I clicked on the choice.

No immediate effect in her. She just kept taking pictures of Rachel using Bonnie.

Anna-Marie did consider this as an art project, right?

Well, I could easily convince her now. And after that… Well, the table was pretty set for me right now. I could actually start stepping in the way I truly wanted.

Rachel was ravishing Bonnie the way she had Alexa. Frightened little Bonnie was pinned to the sofa while Rachel was playing with her body.

I wish I could’ve seen more of that, but I just about caught something in my peripheral vision. Alexa left the set, and stepped into the dressing room.

We couldn’t have her escaping now, could we?

So after a few seconds, I followed her. I left Bonnie, Rachel and Anna-Marie to their redheaded lesbian art. I really hated to do so, because Bonnie was already starting to emit small squeaks of pleasure.

Huh.

Alexa wasn’t in the dressing room.

I don’t get it. I came in right after her, and…

Oh.

I heard something in the bathroom.

So she just went in for a piss, right?

…Wait, no.

Her lust gauge was more than full thanks to her new trait. If she had any reason to go the bathroom…

Feeling like a complete creep, I stuck my ear to the door.

Yeah… There it was.

First, the sound of panties being lowered…

And then the small, careful dipping of fingers into a waiting cunt.

Then up, down, up, down, splash, squelch, up, down, smallish moan, up, down…

The girl was beyond wound up. She had to finish herself off.

I couldn’t allow that. If she came before I had the lock on her… Well, it probably wouldn’t be that effective today anymore.

So what to do here?

I couldn’t just open up the door, it was locked and she would scream and sue the hell out of me.

Damn. Damn. What was the-

No, wait. Scratch the first part. The bathroom door wasn’t locked.

…Was she so insane with lust that she didn’t even have time to do that?

…

I still couldn’t go in, right?

…The speed of the fingers was rapidly accelerating. She was breathing and making squeamish sounds faster and faster now.

…

Fuck it.

I opened the bathroom door with ****.

There she was, with her legs open like they were going out of business. Her little red pubes shining with orgasmic juice. Her eyes closed and mouth open in a pure picture of pleasure.

That image lasted only for a second, though.

As soon as she saw me, she screamed like a little girl, pulled her fingers out of her cunt and pulled her legs to her body.

“AAAA! GET OUT! GET OUT!”

“So sorry, I thought this was the men’s bathroom,” I said, trying to be both believable but calm.

“GET OUT! GET OUT YOU FUCK! NOW!”

I could easily imagine this was the most embarrased she had ever been in her life.

Thank God the dressing room was fairly soundproofed from the photostage. Sometimes people would film there and nobody wanted sound from here to leak there. So it was very likely that the other three weren’t hearing her screams right now.

I needed to play this cool. I had an opportunity to make points. And have fun.

“Alright, I’ll go, but… Who gave you permission to take a break?”

“WHAT?! CLOSE THE DOOR! GO!”

“No, seriously. Nobody gave you that permission.”

“…I’m taking a bathroom break for God’s sake! WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?”

“That didn’t look like a bathroom break.”

“I- What?”

The confusion on her face was something you rarely see. Was I really, seriously, going where it seemed like I was going?

Oh yeah.

“Well, it seems to me, that you were slacking off work and pleasuring yourself? Am I wrong?”

She was almost speechless. “I… How fucking, how fucking dare you, I…”

Her brain must’ve been fried. Her unsatisfied lust and my behavior… It was all too much.

“That’s very unprofessional behavior, missy. Maybe we made a mistake in hiring you.”

“I… You can’t…”

“We had no idea you were such a… freak. This is a job, not your bedroom.”

She was almost in tears. “You can’t just walk on somebody like this!”

“What? And catch you slacking off and doing something this perverted? I think you should apologize to me.”

She didn’t know where to begin.

“Wh… What?”

“Apologize right now for frigging your pussy during worktime, or you’re fired. And not only that, I’ll make sure everybody in the business knows why you were fired.”

“This is so… This can’t….”

“We’re paying you for this time. And this is how you spend it? Apologize or I’ll have no qualms about dragging your reputation through the mud.”

She sighed. “This is so fucking weird and shouldn’t be happening… Fine. Fine! I’m so fucking sorry for playing with myself.” (ALEXA: +5SP) (+22SP) A bit sarcastic, but worked either way.

Just a few more points and she’s safely locked…

“Good. Now, I don’t want your pussyjuice-stained fingers making my set dirty. Lick them clean.”

“WHAT?”

“Then I’ll consider your apology complete.”

She just wanted this thing to be over. She raised her index and middle finger in front of her face, and after some hesitation, licked them clean with her tongue. All the while giving me the mean eye. (ALEXA: +4SP) (+26SP)

Whew. It was done. I quickly picked up my phone. She screamed and turned her head to the wall, scared that I was going to take a picture of her. That’s not very model-like, is it? Anyway, I looked up her profile from the app and officially put the lock on her orgasms.

“Calm down, I’m not taking a picture of you.”

She slowly turned around, believing me. When she was in a very compromising position, I decided to actually take the pic.

She screamed again. But it wasn’t a full scream of terror. There was definitely some sexual energy there too. It almost ended in a moan.

This was the most explicit photo of her so far. So it should have the biggest effect. Thankfully, all that lust was now mine to release when I wanted to.

“Just to keep you in line. Do what I say and the pic stays with me alone.”

She gave a small nod. (ALEXA: +5SP) (+31SP)

Alright, another one down.

The scariest one left. Rachel. This needed to happen now.

“I’ll allow you a five-minute break. Then back to the set,” I said, as I slammed the bathroom door.

Let her try to cum now. It’s only going to make her more **** later on.

I returned to the set.

Almost nothing had changed, except Bonnie was puffing and moaning like a bitch in heat. Happily I didn’t have to worry about her going off. Rachel was already squeezing her tits… and what?

She was holding Bonnie’s mouth open as she…

Rachel opened her own mouth, and a dribbled a loogie into Bonnie’s waiting maw.

Yes, it really happened. Rachel actually spit in Bonnie’s mouth. Fucking hot. Bonnie was shocked, and so was Anna-Marie. So much that she even stopped shooting.

“Rachel? What was that?” she asked, a little intimidated, as Bonnie tried coughing the spit out.

“Calm down, I’m just getting into the character.”

She was out of control. I can’t wait anymore.

“Alright, models! Change of plans. There’s going to be a new character in the scene.”

“What? Who?” Anna-Marie asked.

“The strict principal of the christian college. Played by me.”