In the Office

"Can't we just take the pictures in here?" Debbi begged as Carol led her from the room, only to be interrupted by a returning Karen with her group of students. "Oh no you don't. This room is mine now," Karen barked as she barged past Debbi, almost knocking her over in her rush to get into the room.

Stopping one of the students as he followed Karen into the room, with his neck contorting to keep his eyes on Debbi as long as possible, Carol shoved Debbi's damp blouse into his hands. "Make yourself useful. After the class, run Debbi's clothes across the street to the hour dry cleaner and leave the ticket at reception." The young man gave the blouse s sniff as he smiled and finally walked into the room only to have Karen slam the door as soon as he was inside.

Carol grabbed what seemed to be an overly large, professional looking camera off of her desk and strode off across the office, running through her confusing explanation of what was going on. Debbi, standing naked in the middle of her office, had **** but to follow. "The insurance company seems to think you're trying to hide scoliosis or something with those tiny posture photos (since Debbi had never viewed the photos, she didn't know that Carol's phone actually had a very nice camera). I rented the model of camera they recommended and they said to be sure to take the photos in natural light. Something about observing your skin health. I figured the Planning Pit would be perfect at this time of day," she smirked, while Debbi's jaw dropped and her attempted objection came out as incoherent babbling.

You see, the Pit was some office designer's idea of a livable work space. It was there to "enable the creative minds of talented people", but ended up wasting space when not being used by some of the workers for rubber band fights. The building floors were much wider for this floor and below compared to the standard office building that continued above. That allowed this area to be structured as a glass atrium, with the massive sunroof area curving into the floor to ceiling windows along the wall. The floor area itself lacked the crowded cubicles of the rest of the floor, and instead was limited to a few whiteboard tables for planning meetings. For the photo session, Carol had moved these aside, leaving an unobstructed view back to the cubicles that surrounded the wide-open area and the usual occupants of that area who were now paying attention to Debbi's entrance. In the place of the tables was nothing but a yoga mat, a yardstick, and a backless stool that Carol had borrowed from the canteen coffee bar, all illuminated by the sunlight streaming in through the windows.

"So, I should have my back to the sun to get the best lighting, so you will need to turn to the different angles required for each position. Come here onto the mat and face away from me, we'll start with the same pictures as before," she guided Debbi to where she wanted her.

"How many do we need to take," Debbi asked meekly, as she crossed her arms in from of herself trying to get some small privacy.

"There's three pages of diagrams here and we're not going to finish them before we lose the sunlight if you don't get into position properly. Arms at your side. Shoulders back. Feet flat on the floor." Debbi reluctantly **** herself into the pose. Carol lined up the shot and took a full length picture with a dozen smiling faces in background. "OK, now for the detail shots - shoulder alignment." Carol focused the camera between Debbi's shoulder blades and snapped a quick pic. No one cared about this shot, but she needed to set things up for the later payoff. "Now hip alignment," she announced as the knelt behind Debbi and got a perfectly framed close-up of her ass. And then another one for a slightly lower angle.

"Turn to the right." Debbi repositioned herself only to be corrected, "no, your other right." Soon Debbi was correctly adjusted and Carol took a series of shots: full body, hip, and then 2 breast profiles - one with her face clearly show and one without. Then repeated the same shots after Debbi turned to the left.

Finally facing the camera, Debbi was blushing wildly as Carol took the full body shot and turned even redder when she moved closer for the shoulder shot, which was really from the boobs up. But when Carol began focusing the camera exclusively on the breast, Debbi finally spoke up. "What do my boobs have to do with posture?" she asked weakly. "Don't be paranoid, I've got to get the details of your shoulder line. It just the angle that makes you think it's your boobs. Get your head back," Carol ordered. Debbi pulled her head and arms back, thrusting her chest out more, as Carol focused on getting a perfect photo of just her tits. And the a couple of more with the excuse, "you don't want to have to repeat this tomorrow if they aren't perfect, do you?" By the time she was taking the front hip alignment, she didn't even question the extremely close photos of just her pussy.

"OK, one position down," Carol smiled as she checked off the corresponding boxes to signify she wasn't missing any of the poses that she had told herself to photograph. "Now, we're going to repeat all of those for the Limb Extension photos," she grinned evilly as approaching Debbi with the yard stick. "Remember, feet planted flat on the floor, but now keep them apart." She laid the marked yardstick on the mat between Debbi's legs with two pieces of red tape indicating the required distance. " And this time, raise your arms high, palms facing the ceiling."

Unable to resist anymore, Debbi complied, stretching herself out far in all directions. Carol took her time getting each of the angles. She took multiple hip photos in back and front at lower and lower angles that Debbi never complained about, but of course only one shot of the back of her shoulders (just in case Debbi ever wanted to see the photos).