Scarlet Strips

“I’m not a model or an actress,” Scarlet says, hesitating a bit as she gets in front of the camera again. “So Tiffany, now that you’ve done it… got any pointers? I’d like for my shoot to turn out as tasteful as yours.”

“Just pretend it’s perfectly natural,” Tiffany says, still nude and standing next to me by the camera, “and that’s how it will turn out!”

“Pretend you’re undressing for a lover,” I say, knowing that she won’t have to. “Make it slow, sensuous—you already look fantastic, so there’s no need to worry about that.”

Scarlet shifts on her feet, loosening up as she rolls her shoulders, shaking her hands. Tiffany and Sofia both give her supportive smiles.

“Let’s start with a quizzical expression, something seductive. Put your finger up to your lips,” I say, knowing that she’ll need a bit more guidance than Tiffany to hit the right poses for the camera. “Very nice, now with your hand, lightly grasp the hem of your blouse…”

The overall effect, as she cocks one leg slightly off the ground, creates a teasing look that carries over magnificently in the pictures that I take.

“Shift over slightly, I want to see how this looks from a different angle,” I say. “We can adjust the lighting just a bit, and… there we go, even better.”

“This looks good?” Scarlet asks, tugging more on the hem of her blouse.

“Fantastic,” I say. “Just grip it tighter, make it seem like you’re about to rip your clothes off.”

She does so, and I’m reminded of how the prospect of nudity can be just as erotic as the thing itself. She gradually peels the blouse upwards, revealing her bronzed stomach, and then the grey of her matching bra, her hands crossed about her chest.

“Now take it off,” I command, and she whips the top off, the bra and skirt combination she’s left wearing a strangely enticing sight.

“Let’s work on getting that skirt off next,” I say. “We really want to accentuate your rear when we do this, so push your hip out, tuck the knees in a bit, get the butt out too…”

“Like this?” Scarlet asks.

“Almost,” Sofia says encouragingly, but Scarlet’s still a far cry off from the pose.

“I think she needs some help,” Tiffany says, glancing at me.

“You’re getting close,” I tell Scarlet, getting out from behind the camera and approaching her. “Let me just help you out here.”

I put a hand on her shoulder, my firm grip directing it forwards. I adjust her waist back slightly, pushing on her stomach, and I hear her breathing pick up, my touch a trigger for memories of the recent past. I give her a knowing smile. Who knows? My touch could give her an orgasm in front of all these other girls. I wonder what they would think. If they would notice.

I rest my other hand on her ass, pushing it out.

“Should my butt be this far out?” Scarlet breathes quietly. “It feels… unnatural….”

“You need to exaggerate your motions for the camera,” I say, continuing to cop a feel of her ass.

I see Sofia staring at us, totally absorbed at the strange line we are toeing.

Scarlet sticks out her ass more, pressing into my hand, and I gently remove it.

“There we go,” I nod, returning to my place behind the camera. I snap a few photos. “Now take the skirt off, holding the same pose.”

A second later, Scarlet’s down to her grey bra and panties, the tiny pieces of fabric barely covering her privates. Her black hair tumbles loose over her shoulders, framing her face for another striking photo.

“The next few photos will be the most important ones for you,” I say.

“I want to appear confident when I’m nude,” Scarlet says. “I want to silence the doubters, make them reconsider every word that they’ve said about me.”

“You want to project power,” I say.

She nods.

“Well, you know how to do that when you’re in your white suit,” I say. “Let’s try a pose like that.”

Scarlet puts a hand on her hip, extending a pointed toe forwards, as if mid-strut on a catwalk, or just another footfall from taking down another boardroom.

“Perfect,” I say, capturing the moment on the camera.

She has a Mona Lisa-like smile on her face, a mysterious smirk that evokes her typical confidence, a knowing look that says I am a Najbeit, I always win. She’s found her stride.

It’s a smile that stays on her lips as off goes her bra, her firm tits standing at attention, her brilliant eyes somehow still the focus of the resulting images despite her exposed breasts.

“I’ve got an idea,” Scarlet says, a moment later.

We look at her curiously as she goes over to her purse, and I see her pulling out her phone. I half-expect her to snap a selfie, but instead, she holds the phone up to her ear, covering her mouth with her hand, glancing at the camera with a raised eyebrow.

It’s brilliant. She’s concealing her words, not her tits, showing us where her power lies. She is a woman who strikes fear into the hearts of the biggest executives in the world, and if she so happens to have a fucking amazing body, too? Well, she’s not afraid to show it off.

“And let’s go fully nude now,” I say, half expecting her to hesitate.

But without a second thought, off go the panties, and she continues to hold the same pose. I do my duty and snap a couple photos, and then, to my surprise, she holds her phone off to her side, fingers rapidly typing out something on the screen. It takes me a couple seconds to realise that she’s actually writing out a real message on her phone.

“Are you working right now?” Tiffany asks, sounding mildly shocked.

“I think it sends the right message,” Scarlet says, that smile playing across her lips again.

“Definitely,” Sofia nods approvingly.

I take the photos, her clean-shaven pussy a glistening distraction from the blur of her fingers. This is proving to be quite an unusual nude photoshoot, with all the attention placed on the rest of Scarlet. But it makes sense. This is who Scarlet is. She wouldn’t want to be known for her great tits and tight pussy, even though I know from firsthand experience that she’s got both in abundance.

We cycle through a few more ‘poses,’ the emphasis always on the commanding presence that Scarlet can so casually conjure. Just as I’m ready to wrap up Scarlet’s portion of the shoot, Irene suddenly stiffens as she reads the latest notification on her phone.

“I’ve got to go to the bathroom,” she says, glancing at me. “Where’s the closest one?”

“I think I saw one down the street,” I answer.

“Thanks,” Irene says, making her way to the exit of the studio.

A moment later, she’s gone, the door locked behind her. Erin’s just sent another text indicating a package has dropped in Palo Alto. Vidocq and his team are going to retrieve it. They’re going to have fun figuring this one out. I turn my attention back to the camera and the girl standing nude before it.

“Great job, Scarlet, you couldn’t have handled that better,” I say, and Tiffany and Sofia sound their agreement.

I turn to look at Sofia.

“Your turn now,” I say, and I catch the way she softly gulps.