Old acquaintances show up

Vyki found herself going from one group to the next so steadily she didn’t have to run through her silly intro script anymore. Even with Eddy coming back and helping her behind the table to fill out people’s information, the stream seemed to be a steady flow of rolling people in and out of the shoot.

It was a welcome blessing allowing Vyki to continue doing things without having to slow down and think about what was happening. There were still a few asks to do a photo with her, but they kindly accepted the status and happily had their time with Santa. Vyki had gotten into such a rhythm of get of getting info, setting timers, checking sessions, acting as a guide, and focusing with people directly in front of her, she hadn’t even seen those in the queue waiting their turn. Had she taken the time, she may not have been surprised by the next voice she heard.

“See, I told you that was our dear Vyki, boys,” came a familiar voice that sent a small chill down her back. Almost instantly a chill went down her back as her mind flew back to

Halloween night and sitting in the men’s laps, rushing around getting drinks, and spanking for being late only for her damn vibration sequence to start again. “H-hello, Sir Gin,” Vyki sputtered out as a shiver went down her spine seeing his three companions, “Mr. Lance, Doc M-m-mock, Sir Ian-n-n.”

“So, ya’ll are doing pics with Santa again this year,” Ian asked.

“Yes, Sir Ian,” Vyki iterated trying to fall back into her routine and shove memories out of her head, “we’re offering a 2-minute session with our kink friendly photographer and my husb.. Santa Claus. In return, we’re asking for a $20 donation to the charity.”

“Bill is in the fat man suit this, right?” Doc Mock asked eliciting a nod from Vyki. “Did y’all get married this year and we miss it?” He asked joking to his group.

To which Vyki could only nervously giggle, “no, no. Just playing up the Mrs. Claus bit, Sir.” She said fiddling with the hem of her dress of emphasis, “Santa - Mrs. Claus... married in the role of that character and....”

“Fair enough,” said Lance interrupting the babbling girl. “Is there an option to get a photo with you instead or as well?” Which earned him a glare from the other 3, “whaaat? It could work with her.”

“No, Mr. Lance,” Vyki said politely declining, “I’m forbidden from photos today,” placing a hand on her collar.

“Oh, how is old Lou anyway,” Gin asked. “Hadn’t seen him around much since that performance y’all provided.”

Vyki choked a bit remembering the diner that Lou rescued her from them and then walking out with him as his devoted submissive. She shivered a bit what she actually went through behind the restaurant with Lou, but glad that was secluded. “He’s been good,” she replied before quickly getting back on target, “are y’all going in individually or as a group?”

“If we go in together, can we combine our 2 minutes into 8?” Ian asked logically.

“Absolutely,” Vyki said filling out the slip for ‘4 Whoresmen’ & 8 minutes before handing it over to Ian to put in contact info, “just put in what works best for you.” Grabbing the timer as she heard the door to the studio close, “if you’ll take that slip and follow me, Sirs,” Vyki was happy to get them away from her as quickly as possible.

“Certainly,” said Doc as he took the lead in following her as the other formed into a group behind him.

“You know,” started Lance, “I always thought Lou’s car was hot, but seeing you bent over it was fiery.”

Vyki stumbled a bit before the door as her brain tried to process it and braced herself on the wall. She often told herself that was just a fever dream and not real just to deal with it, but that comment made that delusion shatter, “you... you s-saw that?” Vyki asked looking at some very wide grins.

“Kind of hard to miss with the floor to ceiling windows,” Gin pointed out.

“W-windows?” Vyki said remember staring at her reflection in the mirror wall as Daddy pulled down her dress. “Th-the mirror wall?”

“Oh, no,” Ian cautioned sympathetically, “did you think that was a wall and we couldn’t see you?”

“Go in,” Vyki said pointing at the door feeling nauseous.

“You okay?” Lance asked, seeing her face pale as she braced against the wall.

Vyki did not want to deal with these idiots right now and forcefully said, “GO.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Lance said as he headed for the door. Gin and Doc followed shortly thereafter. Ian lingered for a moment, “if you need someone and aren’t comfortable, go talk to Heather or call your Daddy, okay?”

“I’ll be fine, just go,” Vyki said shooing him off. Once they were behind the sealed door, Vyki walked in a daze back to the table. Seeing Eddy’s concerned look, she just said, “I need a moment,” and sat on the stool turned to face the wall.

Vyki couldn’t believe she had let Daddy take it so far in that parking lot; stripping her, leaning over the trunk, his powerful.... Vyki shuddered again. Was she really naked in the car the whole time? The dress really that transparent? She told herself it was just what she had to do at the time, but... Vyki’s mind continued to spin round and round. Her mental replay was briefly amplified as her vibrations kicked it up and Vyki couldn’t even suppress the moans. As her mind went deeper, her brain incorporated it more: ‘was it really that bad?’ she asked herself. ‘it’s not like it was really her; just prosthetics covering more than a swimsuit’ Vyki told herself. ‘I can make the girl in the mirror do whatever I wanted, right?’ she reasoned with herself. ‘So, what if they saw what they think they did; it wasn’t real, right? It was just a role I was playing,’ she justified. ‘Isn’t that what I’d dream a girl to do, too?’ she admonished as the final vibration of the wave rolled over her as she panted out a moan, not realizing Eddy and the guests at the table paused and turned to look at her.

Vyki had a few breaths to calm herself down before the timer in her lap went off. “Uh, I will uh get it,” Eddy tentatively said to give Vyki a moment to herself.

“No,” Vyki said forcefully as she spun around before standing up. With a giggly smile she said, “I got this, babe,” and smiled at him and the guest as she sashayed off to the photo room waving to the waiting crowd staring at her. ‘So, what if they look? It’s just a bit of fun,’ she said to herself as she swayed her hips.

Strolling over to the door, she could hear them still communicating so she stuck her head in the door. She was not prepared for what she saw and had to cover her mouth to keep from giggling.

In an odd parody of a 1980s family portrait, the 4 Whoresmen were standing front to back looking over their left shoulder at the camera with their hand on the hip of the person in front of them except for Lance in front with his hands folded in front of him. Standing behind the last one was Bill in his Santa suit with his finger next to his nose. And every single one of them had big grins on their faces.

Vyki could tell they were doing final directions from Imran for a picture so she let them finish. Watching from the door she was still amazed. However, as soon as she saw the room illuminate with flashes, she called, “time”.Vyki then began to discretely back up when she was frozen in her tracks by an all too familiar sound. Looking back to quintet of men she knew more intimately than she’d like, she very distinctly heard the sound of belt buckles. And as she looked on, she saw most of them facing away from the doors and hiking up their long shirts to pull up their pants. However, with their shirts raised and pants down, their bare buttocks were clearly exposed and nothing filling the gap. Even Sir Bill was shifting his pants up under his red coat.

Vyki immediately flipped around and pressed her body against the outer wall processing what she’d just seen. As amorous as those men had been with her, they certainly were showing inclinations elsewhere. Hearing their voices approach the door, she quickly shuffled away back to her table to avoid them seeing her looking in.

As Vyki approached the table, Eddy noted the big grin on her face, “you look like the kitten that ate the canary.”

“Hmm?” Vyki asked still lost in thought not realizing the silly grin she’d just learned about the reclusive quartet. Furthermore, she wondered if it was something Bill was regularly involved with. But looking back she could see a growing queue and quickly went over to help Eddy move it along. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just a funny joke I was thinking of,” Vyki replied dismissively. “Who’s next? The room is ready.”

Shaking his head at yet another inside joke around here, “that would be this lovely couple,” Eddy said indicating a young 20-something couple clad in leather.

“Oh,” Vyki said feeling playful, “aren’t you two just delicious looking; follow me, please.” As Vyki again strutted sensually towards the photography room exaggerating her gait with the next guests in tow.