Jeans Gone..

Lena tried—God, she tried. Her hazel eyes darted toward the lens as she twisted her hips, arching her back the way the model urged. But her limbs shook, her movements clumsy, and the pose collapsed into something shy, unbalanced, nothing close to what was demanded.

The model’s laugh was low, wickedly amused. “Pathetic… but adorable.” In a flash she stepped forward, her hand pressing at Lena's shoulder, spinning her momentum downward until Lena landed on her back against the studio floor with a soft gasp.

Before she could scramble upright, the model seized her ankles, pushing her legs into the air. Sneakers and socks were yanked free one after another, tossed carelessly aside. Then, with the denim already gaping wide, the model gripped her jeans at the waistband and peeled them down in one swift, merciless pull.

Lena squealed, hands flying to cover herself, but the position left her helpless—legs raised, thighs parted, thong glaringly exposed as the jeans slid over her calves and were flung to the corner of the room.

The model loomed above her, pinning her with a smirk. “There we go. No more hiding behind denim.” her fingers slid teasingly along the bare skin of Lena's thighs, tracing the delicate lines of her thong. “Now it’s just you, me, and the camera… and every inch of you begging to be revealed.”

Lena’s chest heaved, her t-shirt riding up as she squirmed beneath them, face glowing crimson. The thrill of being pinned, stripped, and displayed left her dizzy—fear mixing with a hot, pulsing ache she couldn’t deny anymore.

Clothing Status

Lena: very stripped below the waist. — blue t-shirt, bra, and thong.

Floor: Sweater, Jeans, sneakers, and socks