First pose: teenage sweetheart

"Great, let's get started," began Danny, but then he looked up and saw that Katie's shirt was unbuttoned. He shook his head. "What is the problem here?"

"I didn't know how you wanted the shirt. Fully buttoned? Opened at the top or the bottom?"

"Uh, what makes sense to you? It's your shirt."

"I'll trust you to make the right choice." Danny wasn't sure what the game was here, but he was eager to get started so he walked over to Katie, and reached forward to do up some of the buttons. As he did, Katie stood tall, chest forward, and once or twice, leaned into Danny's hands so her bra-clad bosom touched him.

Danny did the middle four buttons, leaving the top and bottom open. "It probably doesn't matter that much, since most of this is about head shots." He went back behind the camera. "Start giving some poses. Just keep shifting position, adjust your angles, and smile!"

Even though Katie was new to Danny, she wasn't new to modeling. She had done a lot of print work in her career, and was perfectly at ease delivering an endless series of varied poses and attitudes.

"We'll call this series the Teenage Sweetheart. You're still very marketable with a teen look, so you shouldn't abandon this one."

Katie wondered whether she was marketable only for the "good girl" teen icon, or whether there was any place in the industry for a naughtier version. There was something arousing about a good girl gone bad, wasn't there?

"Think about a boy in your life, get all dreamy," offered Danny as he continued taking pictures.

Katie first pictured Tyler. Sweet Tyler. Easily confused and overwhelmed Tyler. She smiled. She thought back to earlier that morning when both Olivia and Gwendolyn used Tyler freely before he left. That probably messed up his head before his audition. She thought about his skinny jeans, and how his stiff cock pressed against the material. She thought about stroking his dick through the pants. As she imagined getting hotter with Tyler, she bit her lip and cooed to herself.

"Uh, Katie?" said Danny. "What's going on?"

Katie suddenly became aware of her surroundings. She had drifted into a fantasy, and had lost sight of the photoshoot. In fact, she realized she had a hand inside her shirt, that she had undone a button, and was touching her breast.

She laughed. "You told me to get dreamy about a boy! Did I go too far?"

Danny chuckled. "That depends. Are you still trying to be a good teenage girl?"

"Is there an alternative?" Katie asked, hopefully.

Danny quickly said, "no," but at the same time, Sam spoke up and said, "yeah, there is!"

Danny looked at his partner. "Dude."

Sam shook his head. "I don't know, man. She seems into the idea."

"Yeah," said Katie. "She does seem into the idea."

Danny sighed. "Well, we got a bunch of great pictures before you started getting freaky. What else do you think you want to share from this look?"

Katie grinned. "I was getting there when you interrupted me."

Sam turned back to Danny. "Dude."

Katie refocused her thoughts on Tyler. She thought about last night, the two of them having sex, and Tyler using the giant dildo on her ass. She thought about when she was on her hands and knees, Tyler drilling her from behind, and pulling on her hair, and how wet she was -- in her pussy, from the intense sex with Tyler, and all over her back, sweating from the heat of their love making.

As she began to breathe more heavily, she remembered where she was, but didn't let it stop her momentum. She slowly opened her eyes to see both Danny and Sam fixated on her. She bit her lip again, and squeezed her breasts from the outside of the blue shirt. She stuck one finger in her mouth, sucked on it for a moment, then drew it back out, letting it trail down her face, onto her chest, between her breasts, and toward the topmost of the three remaining buttons on her shirt.

She toyed with the button, and saw Sam close his mouth and swallow, nervously. Without waiting for an invitation, she pushed the button through its slit, and suddenly the shirt was almost completely open.

"Katie," Danny said hoarsely. He cleared his throat. "Katie," he said, more clearly. We can get a few more shots like this, if you'd like. An open shirt is okay, but it not going to look great if we see your bra.

"What can you see?" she asked coyly.

"Well, the way the shirt is draped now, I can see your right strap, most of the right cup, and patch between the two cups. I can also see the skin below the bra in front. I don't know how much you intended to show here -- and I don't know how much will ultimately even matter in a head shot."

"I probably should play it safe, though, right?"

Danny sighed, perhaps a little disappointed. "Yeah, you probably should." He figured she'd do up the buttons again and hide her bra. But Katie had different ideas. Instead, she reached inside the shirt and slid the strap over her arm, pulling her arm up through the strap and out of the sleeve. Once free of the bra, she slid her arm back into the shirt's sleeve. She did the same on the other side.

She took a few steps toward Sam. "Sam. At this angle, I can't reach the hooks in the back. Can you please unhook me?" Sam looked at Katie, and realized that to unhook her bra, he'd need to put his hands inside her shirt, reach behind her, and between the inside of her shirt and her back, unhook the clasp. Katie nodded, and said, "Please?"

Sam paused, but then reached his hands inside her shirt, found the clasp in the back, and undid it. He pulled his hands back out, leaving the bra primarily in place. Katie said, "Thank you," and she pulled the bra forward and out from within her shirt.

Her free breasts were almost just as perky without a bra as with one. Now, with four buttons undone on the shirt, the inner banks of her cleavage was the star of the show. She shook her hair loose, and in doing so, wriggled slightly out of one side of her shirt. Her nipples weren't visible, but there was enough soft, full boob showing that it left just the right amount to the imagination.

"How does this look, Danny?" she asked.

"Fucking great, Katie. The first version of this was like Hallmark channel teens. This is like those R rated teen sex comedies."

"Ooh, I've always wanted to do one of those," said Katie.

"Which," said Sam, "the Hallmark or the comedy?"

"You figure it out, Sam."

Danny said, "I really like the energy you're giving as you talk with Sam. Something changes in your eyes when you're focused on conversation."

"So we'll keep talking," she said. "Sam, what kind of naughty sex comedies are you into?"

Sam raised his eyebrows. "You think I watch things like that?"

"I think that you look at me and see something you like, something familiar."

Sam smiled. "Well, if I did watch them, it would be the ones where the smartest girl in school is just longing for connection. She longs for the perfect guy, and maybe in the end, gets him."

"That doesn't sound like a sex comedy."

"Oh, I skipped the part where they have trouble at the school dance because the popular girl's dress gets caught on something, rips down the middle, and she spends most of the dance failing to cover up her tits."

Katie laughed. "I'd probably play a nerdy sidekick, but I wouldn't mind having my dress ripped off. That would be a fun scene to shoot."

"Well, you've got two dresses later in this photoshoot. We'll see what we can do," said Danny, surprising Katie.

She laughed earnestly. "Wow, I wasn't expecting that!"

Danny quickly snapped a few more pictures. "That moment of surprise was beautiful. And with that, I think we're done with this look."