She reluctantly poses for pictures

Pierre took one last big hit from the tequila bottle before setting it aside when he heard the clicking sounds of Jessica’s heels on the bathroom tiles as she approached. The door swung open and a wolfish grin spread across his lips as the actress stepped back into the room.

“Mon dieu! Magnifique!” he muttered, stunned by the view. She looked like the world’s hottest slut. Her stunning, natural looks almost corrupted by the look he had requested from her. The high boots, shaved twat and raunchy make-up made her look more like an incarnated wet dream than a classy businesswoman. What made it even better was the way she was insecure about it. Stepping into the room, he could see her hesitate, thinking about adapting a sensual pose but then not doing it, ending up sheepishly standing in the middle of the room in front of him. It was adorable.

“Turn around for me. Slowly!”

Her lips twitched as if she wanted to say something, but then she didn’t and instead she silently complied. Slowly, she turned on the spot, an awkward smile on her face as she allowed him to take her in, showing him her ass as well as her tits and pussy as she did a full 360-degree spin.

“You’re fucking stunning, Jessica!” Pierre smiled, moving to stand and pick up the camera that he had put on the nightstand. Her eyes widened.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa… no pictures!” she protested, instinctively using her arms to cover up, her left arm shielding her breasts while her right palm cupped her bare sex. She was high, but she wasn’t stupid! She damn sure wasn’t going to leave this man with evidence of what she had done.

Pierre gave her an amused look. “Why not?”

“Because! I don’t need those pictures of me out there!” she protested firmly, giving him a glare.

“This is an old camera. Doesn’t even connect to the cloud!” Pierre calmly explained. “There is absolutely zero chance that these pictures will leak out on the internet. Safest you have ever been!”

A sliver of doubt cracked her scowl. “But…”

“Don’t you think it is a hot idea? Doing a little photo shoot?!” he gave her a naughty little smirk. “Don’t tell me that with all those professional shoots you have done, you’ve never once thought about doing an x-rated version. Just show yourself off how all those men actually wanted to see you…”

Jessica pressed her lips together. Somewhere, her rational mind was yelling at her. More than twenty years in the lime-light, she knew that she needed to be careful, that this was incredibly stupid. And she wasn’t stupid. She was a successful businesswoman!

However, the admonishing voice of her conscience was more than a little blurred. She had drunken too much, was too high. It had been too long since she had let loose, had unwound… She could feel herself nodding without ever having consciously made the decision, saw Pierre grin and lift the camera.

Jessica blinked, momentarily blinded by the flash, her nude form, albeit covered by her arms, recorded on Pierre’s camera. The realization only sank in slowly, her mind feeling somewhat woozy and she simply stared as Pierre moved towards her and took several more pictures.

“Very nice, Jessica!” the Frenchman smiled. He loved every moment, loved her **** compliance. She really wasn’t some Hollywood ditz, was quite sweet really, but that only made corrupting her more rewarding. She’d remember this and so would he. “Now show me your tits, darling!”

The moment of hesitation, the expressions on mental struggle passing over her face were sublime. Jessica famously included a no-nudity-clause into all her contracts and the long-honed instinct took a bit to overcome. Staring at him with big eyes, the 42-year-old beauty finally gave in, lowering the protective arm. The camera clicked and for the first time in her storied career, Jessica had allowed a man to take her picture topless, breasts completely on display.

Pierre had to control himself not to grin too hard, not wanting to scare the still-timid Latina off while simultaneously snapping away. “Alright, Jessica, now get on your knees for me!”

He watched as she swallowed hard, but after a moment to collect herself, she complied. Moving slowly and carefully, making sure she didn’t show him more than intended, she slowly slid down to kneel on the floor in front of him. Staring up at the camera with huge eyes, she felt rather sheepish again. She knew he was taking advantage of her. Even if asked she couldn’t have said why exactly she was obeying. Yet, she was following along meekly, doing as she was told when he asked her to fold her arms behind her back to push out and present her tits for him, then when he made her cup the undersides of her own breasts to lift them up and push them together. She felt rather slutty when he had her stick out her tongue too in a shamelessly slutty display, yet on the other hand she couldn’t deny that the lewd, forbidden action was exciting. Her pussy was soaked as he ordered her around and she obeyed like a good little slut.

“Now crawl towards me, chienne!”

Jessica complied, slowly moving forward on her hands and knees, eyes firmly trained on the camera as she approached. She could feel her soft tits shake below her frame, her ass jiggling with every move. It was exposing, yet not as terrifying as she had expected, more of a thrill to be captured this naked. Somehow, the thought of how humiliating it would be if these pictures came out – her naked but for some incredibly slutty fuck-me-boots, crawling on all fours for this man – added to the whole excitement.

Pierre slowly moved backwards, making her follow him in a circle across the room while steadily clicking away, treating the gorgeous actress like a well-trained dog. Just like many dynamic, powerful personalities, it seemed like Jessica relished giving up control, even if she hadn’t known the extent of that until this evening. The stress and inebriation really had made her susceptible to his approach and he was taking full advantage.

He finally had her climb onto the couch where he had her do a few more poses – lying on her side, turned at an angle and finally leaning back against the backrest with her arms sprawled out, showing off her bare tits for his camera to see. It didn’t escape his attention however, that while Jessica had gradually gotten comfortable putting her breasts on display, she nonetheless made sure not to let the camera see any more of her. He wasn’t completely sure whether she did it consciously or instinctively, but as he directed her through the poses, the Latina kept her thighs demurely closed or angled her hips in such a way that he never got a clear shot of her freshly-shaven cunt. It appeared that despite it all, she was attempting to hold on to a modicum of dignity, trying to keep the shoot somewhat tasteful.