In Bloom

The camera shutter clicked loudly as another picture was taken. No one dared make a sound while the photographer worked, the rest of room becoming almost eerily quiet, except for D’Angelo Santori’s rapid fire instructions and the shuffling of Pietra’s body as she gracefully and confidently carried them out. Striking the pose that he asked for, she stood in a sunny yellow string bikini against a backdrop of blue, and his camera clicked, capturing it. Other times he would simply ask that a single limb be moved, or pivoted, that she would look this way or that, and Pietra was obedient, earning herself another click and another photo.

Without warning, D’Angelo, lacking the words to describe the vision in his head, rushed forward and began moving Pietra’s body for her, like a doll. Even in this, Pietra didn’t flinch, allowing the man complete control over her movements and free rein to do whatever he liked to her. Satisfied, he stepped back and took another photo. Chloe had lost count of how many that made, too busy marveling and just how professional Pietra was. In pursuit of the perfect photo, D’Angelo seemed so demanding, a far cry from the charming man who handed the red-head a card earlier, yet Pietra ate it right up, fearlessly performing for the camera.

It hadn’t really occurred to Chloe until this moment, until she saw the woman before her effortlessly pull off whatever pose was asked of her, but there was a strange kind of confidence in obedience. In her mind, when she was confident, she was on top, she was calling the shots, when she was insecure, she let other people make all the decisions, but watching Pietra work was challenging that notion. As soon as the instruction came, she acted with skill and experience. It didn’t matter what he asked of her, she could do it, and she knew it. And there was just something so sexy about that kind of assuredness.

Of course, the tiny yellow material holding up her perky, bell shaped tits was more than playing its part in making the young woman sizzle. She turned at D’Angelo’s word, showing off her ass again, firm and filling out the back of the bikini bottoms nicely. It was true that Chloe had the bigger rump of the two of them, but Pietra’s behind was nothing to sniff at either. Brandon certainly seemed to agree, unable to take her eyes off it as the model bent off, pretending to lay a towel.

Given their offer, Chloe couldn't help but imagine herself in front of the camera instead. Could she really just do whatever the photographer asked? Old doubts seeped in and instead she envisioned herself frustrating him, needing constant re-positioning as she failed to make the right poses or smile the right way. Some of it surely came from Pietra’s lengthy time within the profession, but a fear gripped Chloe. Even if she looked the part, maybe she just didn’t have the fortitude.

Something about the look on Chloe’s face must have allowed Pietra to read her mind because as soon as the photographer called time on the sunny bikini, the brunette woman made a suggestion, “D’Angelo? What do you think about Chloe joining me for the next suit?”

“Yes, yes, wonderful, wonderful idea,” he praised Pietra so enthusiastically it was almost orgasmic. “Let us show the red rose what it looks like in bloom.”

“Wait a minute.” A tall, thin, balding man piqued up from the back of the room, lifting his eyes from the many emails he was sending from his phone, having been thoroughly disinterested in anything else that was happening until now. “Who is this ‘Chloe’? Pietra Smith was contracted for the job, we expect her to see it through.”

Pietra didn’t respond. In fact she usually had little contact with the representatives of the brands she modeled for, outsides of some small meet and greets when she landed a job, or here during sets when they were simply there to make sure their bought and paid for pet jumped through all the right hoops. Everything else went through her agent, who generally didn’t stick around for the whole shoot. The truth was that, despite taking off and becoming a somewhat recognizable household name, she still didn’t have the clout to make these kinds of demands.

Thankfully though, D’Angelo did, waving Chloe towards the set, as he spoke rather offhandedly to the brand rep, saying, “You’ll get both, and if you don’t interfere, you might also get some credit for discovering this beautiful new flower.”

That seemed to calm the thin man as he rested back in his seat thoughtfully. Though he wasn’t thinking just about how good it would be for the company to have a part in starting the career of a successful new talent, but also his own career. He thought of his bosses and imagined the praise that they would heap upon him if he could bring another Pietra Smith to them, with all the talent and beauty and potential. And so, with the man backing down, all eyes returned to Chloe, expecting her to step forward, including Brandon.

But Chloe remained rooted to the spot. Indecision and returning insecurities froze her in place. They kept calling her beautiful and talented, and yeah, maybe she’d come around to the idea that she wasn’t half bad looking and that she could get the average guy to do what she wanted if she flashed a smile and squeezed her tits together, but to get actual money out of people? To convince them that the thing she was wearing was the thing they needed just by looking good in it? It would have been laughable were they not sincere in asking her to join Pietra in front of the camera. All she could imagine was getting up there and disappointing everyone.

Seeing her uncertainty, Brandon tugged on her arm, pulling her closer so he could speak to her with a whisper. “I know that we probably aren’t what you’d consider friends. We don’t run in the same circles usually and we haven’t spoken a lot before this trip, but even as someone who doesn’t know you all that well, I can tell that there’s been a tremendous change in your attitude this week. Just in the way you walk around the cabin, the way you freely talk to everyone now, I left after the incident with Zack and Ashley and when I came back, I could hardly believe you were the same person.”

“What’s your point?” Chloe hissed.

“I bet at the start of the trip you didn’t think any of that was possible either. You play soccer, right?” Brandon continued, the question being rhetorical. “Think of it like being scouted. Maybe you hope its going to happen, but you can never be sure, and it’s a big risk if the offer comes, because yeah, not everyone can make the transition to the big leagues, but are you really going to turn it down because of those possibilities? Of course not. If there’s any chance that this is exactly what you want to do with your life, Chloe, then you should do it, because these moments don’t happen very often.”

The words came softly at first, mostly to herself. “Yes.” Then louder, to Brandon. “Yes. Thank you.” And, finally, to the room, twisting and rushing towards the set. “Yes, I’ll do it.”

“Perfetto,” the photographer cried out, real tears actually welling up in his eyes. He turned to another girl beside him, squat and professionally dressed but with overly stylized hair. Pointing at Chloe, he instructed the girl, “I think we start safe, simple, the string that Pietra is wearing but…blu, yes, blu. And get hair and make-up, just a touch, we want to accentuate the rose’s natural beauty, yes?”

It was more a question of comprehension than of opinion, and the girl nodded to show her understanding before dashing off to fulfill his demands. Meanwhile, Pietra grabbed Chloe’s hand and led her out of the room, practically skipping and beaming. Down the hall, they entered a smaller, private room where a tall ceiling length mirror had been set up. The rest of the room looked like those scenes in the movies where someone has rifled through their things, looking for the macguffin. A blouse here, a skirt there, more bras and panties that Chloe had ever seen in her entire life, somehow, draped and thrown over almost every surface, except for a plain looking swivel chair in front of the mirror.

Though Chloe barely had time to be shocked at how messy the room was. As soon as they entered, before the door even fully closed, Pietra had untied her bikini top and tossed it on top of a polka dot shirt and denim shorts that had previously been discarded in the corner of the room. Her tits flopped out, casually bared and jiggling as Pietra navigated around the room to the only piece of clothing that wasn’t on the floor, a bronze one-piece that looked like it, somehow, would cover even less than the two piece she was currently wearing.

“This is going to be so much fun,” the brunette said absently, looking her over shoulder at Chloe and following her eyeline to the ample amount of side-boob she was showing. “Sorry, does this make you uncomfortable? I thought you’d be used to it and all, what with changing in locker rooms and such.”

“I’m not…” Chloe cleared her throat, blushing and averting her eyes. “…against it. But, I know those girls. You’re a stranger, so it just surprised me, is all.”

“I understand. It’s very strange, at first, especially for me, as someone who grew up with my dad crafting my public appearance so not to despoil the image of the company. My after school activities were geared towards making me a good business woman, so sports were never on the agenda. Not that I was into them much anyway, even from a young age I enjoyed playing dress up and making myself pretty when I went to family events with my parents,” Pietra mused, reaching down and untying the string bikini bottoms, allowing them to simply fall away from her body. “But then you come here and it’s a whole other ball game. Everything moves so fast that you don’t have time to nervous about who’s seeing what. I mean, obviously, I’m not walking across the set naked or anything, but…”

As if right on cue, there was knock at the door. Rather than wait for an answer, the same squat woman from entered, a clothes hanger in hand, a steel blue string bikini in hand, almost exactly like the yellow one Pietra had just peeled off. She took one look at Chloe, clothed and seemed more aghast at that than the beautiful nude brunette prancing around the other side of the room.

“You’re not undressed yet?” She handed off the bikini and clapped her hands. “Mr. Santori wants you out there pronto. There’s still several more sets scheduled for today after yours.” She was almost out the door when she stuck her head back in. “It may be a little small by the way. They only sent over Pietra’s sizes.”

Chloe looked down at the bikini, picturing it on Pietra and imagining how her fuller breasts and rounder ass would stretch it out. Doubts began to creep back in again. Maybe this just wasn’t the right time? And could she really just get naked in front this woman, and knowing that at any minute anyone could come barging in? She’d come a long way, just as Brandon had said, but that didn’t mean that she was ready for this.

“Don’t worry about it.” Pietra, like Brandon, could sense her uncertainty. “You’ll look amazing in it. Honestly, I think they’re made for girls with a slightly bigger bust, so you’ll probably be able to sell it better than I could.”

“No way,” Chloe retorted. “You looked gorgeous. If I saw this on the rack at the mall, I’d never wear it because it’s so small, but you made it look so sexy that it made me want to try it out too.” She blushed against, realizing that she’d just called this strange woman sexy, right to her face.

“And that’s all that modelling is,” Pietra said, taking the one piece off the hanger and dropping it to the floor so she could slide her feet inside the briefs. “People buy clothes because they want to look half as hot as the people wearing them, or as smart, or as cool. Depends what you’re selling. A pretty young girl such as yourself, daring to wear that and looking good in it? It’ll be sold out within the day.”

With a deep breath, Chloe began removing her clothes, quickly because if she stopped, she wasn’t sure that she could actually continue. Getting down to her underwear was fine, but the next step required another deep breath, as she reached behind herself and unhooked her bra, the fullness of her large, soft breasts spilling out over her chest. A glance over at Pietra confirmed that the older woman was more invested in putting on her own swimsuit than ogling Chloe. Though, the teen was sure that Pietra was intentionally turning her back, giving the red-head what little privacy that she could in the small, communal changing room, a gesture that Chloe appreciated. Pietra was a good person, who’d shown Chloe nothing but kindness, so perhaps that was why Chloe actually found it quite easy to reach down and slide her panties over the firm, round globes of her ass and push them down her thighs.

As hastily as she had undressed, Chloe took the string bikini in hand and dressed herself, focusing first on the bottoms, hoping that if she got them on quick enough that Pietra wouldn’t notice that she was a little wet from looking at the other woman’s perfectly toned and slender, naked body. She tied the strings at the side, already feeling it hug her curves as she pivoted her body towards the mirror and cheeked out her own ass.

When D’Angelo said simple, he really meant it; the bikini was little more than two triangles of fabric stitched together, lined and held to her body by the straps at either side. However, the back cut was supposed to stretch over her cheeks, only allowing a small hint at the rump beneath, but Chloe’s large butt ate it up, creating a pucker effect where it rode up the crevice in-between. The result was a slight wedge and showing off a lot more of her ass than intended. Unsure whether it would be acceptable or not, she didn’t have much time to debate the matter as the door opened again.

Another girl intruded, a different girl, carrying a case that folded open with a multitude of compartments. “I’m here to do your make-up,” she announced the obvious. Her eyes rose to Chloe’s long straight, red hair. “And your hair…but actually, I’m thinking we keep it straight. We curled Pietra’s for the shoot, so it might make a nice contrast.”

“Uh-huh,” Chloe agreed as she hurried to put on the triangle string bikini top, tying it behind her neck and back. Again, it was a size too small, not enough to be unwearable, but her larger breasts clearly strained the material.

The make-up artist directed Chloe to take a seat. As she sat, she watched Pietra out of the corner of her eye, the beautiful, brunette lifting her arms up behind her neck and tying the halter top straps behind her neck. With her arms raised, reaching behind, her medium sized breasts, smaller than Chloe but still deliciously round, pushed out against the deep V neckline that left her front exposed all the way down to her navel. From there, the one-pieced zipped down towards her crotch, and a thin waistband that connected to a thong back cut. All of it was the color of deep bronze, standing out even against her lightly tanned skin. The result was a monokini style one-piece that was one bad move away from baring her breasts completely.

In the time that Chloe had taken to look over Pietra’s body, the make-up artist finished her job. Or perhaps Chloe’s eyes had lingered longer than intended. Either way, she looked back at the mirror was startled at the hot woman staring back at her. Chloe thought she knew about the wonders of make-up but she was clearly nothing compared to talents of an actual professional. The subtle eye shadow made every look she gave sultry and her clear blue eyes popped with a fierceness that usually only came out when she was incredibly horny. The blush on her cheeks was equally as subdued but no less impressive, evening out her light skin tone. And finally, her lips, just the right shade of red to compliment her fiery red hair, that seemed constantly poised to kiss.

“Wow,” Chloe whispered, unaware that anyone could hear her.

“Damn right ‘wow’,” Pietra agreed, sliding in next to the teen and pulling her closer with a hand on her waist, drawing him hip to hip in front of the mirror. Her hazel eyes were fixed on their reflection but she was focusing almost entirely on Chloe, looking the young red-head up and down, admiring how much hotter she’d managed to become in such a short time. “Now, let’s go show the world ‘Chloe McRose’.”