The Plot

"How does that silky smooth moisturizing lotion feel, Miss Cameron?" asked the photographer.

"Great," said Dove. "Now can we just finish up?"

The photographer took some more shots. "OK, next pose," he said with a smirk.

Dove turned her back to the photographer and tried to lower her hands, but she found they were stuck to her breasts. "What the...?" She could not free her hands. She turned back to the photographer. "What's going on?"

"Oh, did I mention that moisturizer dried into a very strong glue?"

"NO!"

The photographer and Dove were alone save one assistant, as Dove demanded since she would be doing faux-nude shots. The assistant walked over and yanked the white silk off of Dove, leaving Dove standing in a pair of white satin panties. The assistant tore them off.

"STOP!" cried Dove.

"Oh, now, we were paid quite well for this," said the photographer.

"I'll scream!"

The assistant slapped a piece of tape across Dove's mouth.

"Stuuuhhh utttt!"

The photographer put down his camera and walked over. He and his assistant lifted Dove and carried her to the back door. They opened it. "This is for being a conceited bitch to the wrong powerful person," said the photographer as he shoved Dove into the alley before slamming the door closed behind her.

Dove was in a dank, smelly alley. Her hands were glued to her chest, her ass and pussy were on display, and her mouth was taped shut. The door to the photographer's studio had no handle on the outside.