Photos with the wedding party

"Turn to the side. Hold. Turn to the other side. Hold."

June and her bridesmaids followed the instructions given. They turned, they posed and they held their smiles until their cheeks hurt.

After their private shoot the couple had taken a break, but their day was far from over. Their limo arrived to applause some time later at an estate just outside the city. It was a scenic locale where their reception and first night as a married couple was to be held. There were plenty of rooms for the members of the wedding party to spend the night in; a responsible choice to allow for irresponsibility. But before anyone could drink and dance and make poor decisions, there had to be pictures. Never ending pictures. Pictures in the building. Pictures on the grounds. Pictures by the trees and in front of the creek and in the gazebo.

"Alright, everyone a bit closer. And hold."

The photographer was almost done. He'd taken shots of the couple alone, with their parents and with their wedding party. He'd gotten Eric and his groomsmen and he was just finishing up June and her bridesmaids. They were a fun bunch. Contrary to what some would expect, their matching dresses weren't ugly. They were rather sexy, in fact. Each of the garments was a form fitting thigh length halter with an open diamond on the chest and a high cut slit on the right side. So high, in fact, that the bands of the women's underwear should have been visible. That he couldn't see anything of the sort suggested the women were, just like the bride herself, going commando.

He knew why he was hired. It was for them, for the couple. The special service he was giving was supposed to be kept secret. Still, the girls were hot and fun and, he suspected, a bit easy.

"Okay ladies, enough with the formal pictures. Let's take a few fun shots before we all head in for dinner."

The results were immediate. The three bridesmaids crowded around June, holding her in a tight group hug. There was no need for them to hold their pose, the photographer simply snapped away to capture their friendship in the moment. It was in those moments, when the women laughed and hugged and pressed their bodies together, that something slipped. The open section on the front of the bridesmaids dresses, the diamond shaped tit window cut down to the navel, wasn't terribly secure. One among them, a short haired brunette, was showing more than just cleavage.

The photographer caught the slip on camera and took several more shots before clearing his throat. He had to phrase things delicately.

"Miss, how much fun were you planning on having?"

He gestured to her chest. She looked down, went wide eyed and covered herself.

"Here, let me help."

Her friend, a petite girl best described as a Polynesian princess, put her hands on the brunettes chest and pulled the garment to the sides to fully display her round breasts and their barbell piercings.

"You bitch."

There was no malice or anger in the brunettes voice. Her words came with a smile and a laugh. She did nothing to cover herself, instead groping at her friends chest to leave her similarly exposed. Her perky little tits, capped in brown nipples a shade darker than her skin, jiggled delightfully as the dress was pulled away. The two girls then looked to the third, the maid of honor.

"Fine. Get it over with."

The blue haired woman rolled her eyes, put her hands behind her head and puffed out her chest. There was no hesitation. Her friends stood at her sides and exposed her large bust. It was enhanced, but obviously at great cost. One couldn't find a finer pair of fake tits. Part of that master class surgery had also left her areola the shaped like hearts.

The camera shutter danced as the women exposed one another. The photographer didn't know what June or her friends did for a living, but he was starting to suspect. Their collective comfort with nudity and public displays of eroticism suggested certain choices in professions.

"It's a shame I have to break this up, but everyone's seated for dinner."

Eric and his groomsmen approached from behind the camera.

"If you ladies would kindly put your tits away, for now, and head inside."

"One more picture with the four of us!"

The petite Polynesian princess wrapped her arm around June's waist and held her close. Her head only came up to the bride's chest, putting her eye level with the barely contained bust. The other two flanked the pair.

"Come on June, you've got to join us."

"Join us! Join us! Join us!"

"Do it!" Eric called out from behind.

June faked at being shocked before breaking out into laughter. Only the lightest of tugs was needed to slip her dress down and reveal the massive mammaries it had struggled to hold. The girls smiled and laughed as their photo was taken.

Given how comfortable they were being topless in front of a camera, the photographer found himself wondering how crazy things were going to get when they'd had a few drinks.