Something Simple:

She looks you up and down, nodding to herself, “Yes you will do nicely. Let’s start with something very simple,” she says, handing a black lacy dress to you.

You quickly pull it on, hoping to get this done with as fast as you can. It fits remarkably well, and to your surprise is pretty comfortable too. But you know you wont be making it a part of your wardrobe, the lace did very little to hide your body, and it was still much more girly than you would have liked.

“Good, that will be good for the first set of photos. First come over here,” she said motioning to her workstation, “sit.”

“Yes Mistress,” you say sitting where she tells you, “I’ll do some light makeup for you, that way you look more appealing in the photos.”

You bite your tongue to keep from arguing.

Mistress Stroker pulls a makeup kit to the edge of the table, then straddles your legs, lifting your chin so she could start applying makeup. You can feel your dick getting hard, and you get the feeling you don’t want to find out how the mistress would react to that, so you try to keep your mind focused on anything other than her.

Your mind wanders through some of the job listings you had looked at before. Trying to remember all the details, especially the boring ones. You actually get pretty caught up in it, and miss something she says to you, until she snaps her fingers in front of your face.

“Wha- sorry, I was kind of zoned out.” You sputter.

“Just answer yes or no,” she said, standing up, dropping the red lipstick she had just applied to you without your noticing.

“Uh, yes Mistress?”

“Good girl, turn, look at the mirror.”

You do as she says and are a little shocked by what you see looking back at you. With this makeup you don’t just look pretty, you look kind of sexy.

“Does that look good to you.”

“Wow, uh, yes Mistress.”

“Then we can get to the photo shoot. Up.” She commands.

You stand up and are about to walk over to the large empty area where you figured the pictures would be taken, but Mistress Stroker grabs you by the arm and steers you to the door back to the shop.

“Wait, why are we going-”

“You didn’t think I’d take the photos in this boring stockroom did you?”

“But what if someone comes in and sees?”

“It’s a sex shop Sophie,” she says, “if they are here then some degree of nudity isn’t going to be terribly shocking to them.”

You cringe a bit at the use of the new name, “but…”

“The only butt I care about right now is yours, and I expect it to be posing properly.” She said, pulling you through the door out into the shop.

Your eyes wildly scan the room, but thankfully you only see Hana.

“We all ready?” Hana asked.

“Yes, would you attend to any customers that come in. I’ll take care of the photoshoot,” Mistress Stroker said, leading you along to the back half of the store where most of the sex toys were located. There was a heavy red velvet curtain hanging along one of the walls behind some decorative pillars, this is where she brought you. “Lean up against the pillar,” she said.

You did as you were told, but she was obviously not satisfied with your attempt.

“Not like that, here,” she walked over and started moving you about. It wasn’t forceful, but she certainly wasn’t being gentle with you by any means. When she had you positioned to her satisfaction she took a few steps back and started taking pictures.

It went like that for a while, she would move you around like a drawing mannequin until she had the perfect spot picked out, then she would take pictures, and repeat.

It all was starting to feel almost boring. At least until you heard the sound of the shop door being opened. Followed by the sound of Hana welcoming someone in.

You were looking trying to catch a glimpse of who had just come in, and didn’t realize Mistress Stroker stopped taking pictures after a moment. That was until she was right behind you, leaning down so her face was by yours.

“Are you forgetting why you’re here?” she asked in a calm but sinister voice.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I was just worried that they might see me. Or that I might know them.”

“Hmmm.”

“We can get back to it.”

“We can get back to it… what?”

You think for a moment, not certain what she meant, then after she had started tapping her toe on the ground you remembered. “I’m sorry, I meant we can get back to it Mistress.”

“Better, but you took far too long,” she shook her head, clicking her tongue in mock disappointment, “I think we’re done with this spot, follow me, I want to take pictures of you somewhere else.”

You swallow as she walks to the front half of the store, you take a deep breath, keep your face down, and walk after her, trying not to look at the customer browsing the lingerie, or get their attention. Mistress Stroker stops by the front counter, turns and pats it. “Up.”

You glance at the customer, who is still minding their own business, then you carefully hop up on the counter. Mistress Stroker starts moving you around again, before taking some pictures. When she comes to reposition you, this time she does something a bit more revealing than the others. She spreads your legs and pulls you so your dick is just hanging off the counter, pulling the dress up so you were on display. She stood back and took more pictures, and you tried not to think about anything, but you accidentally made eye contact with the person shopping. You didn’t recognize her, but she was staring at you, and your face went red.

The thought of someone catching a glimpse was a lot, but to have them actually staring at you is just too much. You slam your legs together, and pull the dress down a bit to cover yourself, turning away from the stranger. All the while the clicking of the Mistress taking pictures carries on.

After a few more shots, Mistress Stroker walked over, grabbing you gently by the chin and turning you to face her.

“That was enough, I think I might even throw in a little extra since that last pose was so cute. I hope you’ll come back, I’ll pay you more the next time. People like when the models show up for more than one product, makes them feel more confident in their purchase,” she turns to Hana, “Would you take Sophie back to the store room, put the dress in a bag for her. I’ll take over out here, and will get her the money.”

Mistress Stroker smiled at you and patted your cheek before walking over to the woman browsing the lingerie, starting into a sales pitch.

“C’mon Sophie, sounds like the Mistress took a liking to you,” Hana says, offering her hand to you.

You take it, hopping down off the counter and following her to the backroom.

Hana stands to the side waiting for you as you strip down, she takes the dress and watches you get dressed in your own clothes again. “You should definitely come back for another photo shoot, it really will pay better the next time.”

“Thank you Miss, I’ll keep it in mind,” you say, voice a little sullen.

She waits patiently for you then leads you back out. By the time you return to the front of the store the customer had gone, Mistress Stroker was standing by the counter where you had been posed, waiting with a small stack of bills.

“This is for you, a hundred and ten, and the dress is yours to keep as well.”

“Oh, thank you Mistress,” you say, taking the cash, the extra ten was unexpected. You decided to keep it hidden when you got home. Didn’t want your mother to come up with some stupid reason to take it away, “I don’t need to take the dress, I don’t want to seem greedy or anything,” you say, you don’t really want the dress, especially not if your mom is going to be making a habit of invading your privacy.

“Nonsense, it’s part of your payment, and from what I understand you probably need some more feminine clothes. Now get going if you want to catch the bus anywhere.

“Right, thank you Mistress, Miss,” you nodded your head to them, and hurried out of the store for the bus stop. Not realizing you had left your face mask behind.