Stand By Me

"Okay. Let's try a similar shot, but this time if you could start undoing your blouse please"

"Like this?"

Connie unfastens the top two buttons slightly coyly.

"Maybe go a little further if you're comfortable with it? We need to see more of your bra and cleavage"

"Of course, time to escalate. I understand."

Your secretary nods and does as exactly as requested, allowing her blouse to fall open and give you a tantalising view of what is underneath. It blows your mind just what lengths she is willing to go to in order to please you.

"Okay, can you run one hand through your hair and blow me a kiss."

Again, she does as you ask without question. And she is actually very good at this, but at the same time it is clear she's never done anything remotely close nude modelling before and is feeling increasingly self conscious. It may be wrong, but that makes this experience feel way hotter and certainly more intimate than if you were shooting with a seasoned model.

"Okay, you're doing amazingly well Connie"

"Really?" she looks genuinely surprised by your enthusiastic encouragement.

"Absolutely. I know you never would never consider it, and you have plenty of other talents, but you could easily do this for a living."

"Oh Chuck, you're so kind to me" she gushes with what seems to be real emotion "Whenever you praise me it makes me feel so proud. I really hope you'll stay in Greenvale. I already can't imagine going back to life here without you."

"Perhaps if I leave I could take you with me?" you suggest, your heart momentarily overruling your head when choosing your words.

"That sounds wonderful, but I'm afraid it wouldn't work" she lowers her eyes to the floor sadly for a moment before looking back up at you "Should I strip down to my underwear now?"

Oh God. How are you supposed to keep your hands off her?

"Yes please Connie"

She undresses neatly and efficiently, then walks right past you in just her bra and panties. She arranges the clothing she has removed into a today pile on a chair behind your camera equipment, so it won't get in the way of your shoot. It is at this point you decide you want Connie to be the person you are closest to here, the one you trust and confide in. You need someone reliable to take that role if you are going to have any chance of making sense of this crazy town. You initially thought Michelle might be best suited, but you aren't even sure if she likes you. In contrast, Connie seems smitten - and that feeling is increasingly becoming reciprocated.

"I hope it doesn't shock you that I'm wearing lingerie, but it seems to be what the girls in those magazines typically have on. I must confess, I had to buy these especially for our shoot. I don't really have any other reason to own anything like this."

"Then please make sure you claim the money back on expenses"

"I think I'd be too embarrassed to do that, Chuck" she giggles and strokes your arm affectionately as she walks back past you. It briefly gives you butterflies "It's fine. I don't mind, honestly."

Your semi naked secretary stands thoughtfully with her hands on her hips for a moment as she surveys the scene in front of her.

"I've been on the desk quite a bit already. Perhaps if I hop up onto your chair?"

"Sure, go for it!"

Seriously, how do professional porn photographers manage to do this without going for jerk off breaks every five minutes? It's almost killing you, though in the nicest way imaginable.

Now that Connie has made herself so vulnerable in front of you, it seems the perfect time for you to do the same.

"Connie, I'm looking for a ride or die here in this town."

"I'm not sure I'm familiar with the term" she tells you as she crouches on your chair in her underwear and gives the camera a smouldering look.

"It would mean that I'd put you ahead of everyone else in all situations and ask you to do the same for me, We'd have each others' backs whatever the circumstances and there would be no secrets between us."

She looks a little overwhelmed by the proposal.

"Goodness Chuck, I'm honoured to be chosen for this. I'm sure any girl in town would love to be your ride or die. Of course I accept!"

Connie then climbs off the chair and pushes it back towards the desk with her typewriter where she usually works, though she gets back into a squatting position rather than sitting on it as she would if this were a normal day at the office. Presumably that's so her whole body will be in the shot. She has a better grasp of how this works than you do.

"Perhaps now my bra comes off, and I pretend to be working obliviously as if I haven't even noticed anything is amiss?"

"Uh, yeah that ought to come out nicely" you feel your voice crack a little in anticipation, as if you were still a horny teenager.

"Okay then"

She unfastens her bra at the back, then pulls it off her body and places in neatly on the ground under the desk so it is out of shot, before tapping at random buttons on her keyboard.

As you look at Connie, not only as sexually appealing as any actual centrefold girl you have seen but also blessed with an acute understanding of how to push a guys buttons, you wonder what the fuck is wrong with the guys in this town that she seems to have remained almost permanently single. You also realise how little you have contributed to this shoot. Everything has been her, all you've had to do is point your camera at the outrageously sexy sights she has provided you with and try not to jerk off to them. At least not until later. She really is a phenomenal personal assistant, whatever the task at hand.

"So what kind of secrets did you want us to share?" she asks as she continues to gaze down at her desk, remaining very much in character as your oblivious, nearly naked helper.

"Not secrets as such for now. I wanted your opinion on a few people. Candid, no holds barred."

"I promise I won't keep anything back from you Chuck. Ever."

"What do you think of John?"

"John Benson? He's always seemed to me to be a nice and uncomplicated family man. Very straight laced and by the book. Honestly, I find him a bore more than anything."

"How's his relationship with his wife?"

"Idyllic, it seems. He worships the ground she walks on, and I've never seen them have a cross word. As for the daughter, I think he can be somewhat over protective with her. She's been coddled quite a bit and seems a little immature to me. Pleasant enough girl, though."

That's really odd. Why is has he been so keen to offer both of them up to you on a plate sexually from the moment you arrived?

"What about Marshal Reynolds?"

"People here both love and trust him, and he's never given me any reason to doubt his intentions. He runs a very tight ship, there isn't any crime in Greenvale at all."

"He's taken a real interest in my affairs"

"That doesn't surprise me. He probably has so little to do here, since everyone is so law abiding now. I suppose the mystery about what brought you here has him curious."

"And you have no ideas about what might have happened to me?"

"None"

You believe her.

"Do you have enough shots of me sitting at my desk?" she enquires "If so, it might be time for me to finish undressing for the final pictures."

"I've got enough shots of you sitting at your desk" you declare keenly.

"All right"

She stands up and wriggles out of her panties before walking towards the window.

"I'd appreciate it if we could get the next couple of shots done reasonably quickly, I feel quite exposed here when anyone could potentially walk past outside and notice me like this. But it's good for the lighting."

"I'll be as quick as I cam Connie, I promise."

"I don't want you to rush though, when you look back at these photos later, I want you to feel they are as good as they could possibly be."

You have to admire her dedication to providing you with the very highest quality of masturbation material.

"Let's go for a full body shot, front on. I'll pose according to how I saw the girls do it in the professional publications I used for my research."

Heh. She bought and read through some porno mags to prepare for this. This whole experience gets hotter by the second.

And fuck, Connie truly is beautiful. Even in a town where almost every woman is a legitimate ten she manages to stand out. As hard as it is to concentrate right now, you continue to probe her.

"What do you think of Doctor Jensen? And those yellow pills of his?"

"Oh Larry? Yes, I trust him completely" she answers with apparent certainty "I've been taking those pills for as long as I can remember. I tried to come off them once and it didn't go well. I found I lost all sense of myself and who I was. It was quite frightening actually."

That sounded a little too heavy to delve any further into until you get to know Connie better, which you fully intend to, but something about that revelation felt a little uncomfortable.

"Shall I turn around now? Some men also like to have the rear view?"

Yes, you are one of them. Especially when it comes to an ass as exquisite as the one you are now being presented with.

There is one more person you feel you need to know more about. It seems strange to talk about another love interest to Connie when she is naked in front of you, but she seems game to discuss whatever you want.

"What do you know about Michelle? Dark hair, glasses, likes to read at the bus stop."

"Yes, I know who you mean, Michelle Brown. I just don't know an awful lot about her."

Michelle Brown. Why does that ring a bell to you? Probably nothing. She could easily share her name with somebody else you had come across before losing your memory, it's not like it's an unusual thing to be called.

"Is there anything at all you could tell me about her?"

"She's probably the only out of towner, other than you. I don't think she comes from far away, St Louis perhaps, but she isn't Greenvale born and bred. That's almost unheard of here. Perhaps that's why she doesn't quite seem to fit. I think our town might not be completely to her taste either. She'd prefer to be off travelling the world."

"And wouldn't you?"

"i suppose I've never seen that as an option."

She turns back around and climbs onto the desk, getting down onto all fours as if she were a cat.

You notice Connie has taken complete control of the shoot now and didn't even bother seeking your approval before moving onto this shot.

"This will have to be the last one. I think I've had my limit of being naked in such an out of context environment, even if I love the opportunity it gives me to spend time with you. Hopefully this will be a good shot to round off your set with. This posture indicates something animalistic, primal. It's a pose that is highly sexually suggestive without going outside the parameters of what can be published."

You gratefully take the snap and allow Connie to start dressing again. A part of you wanted to fuck her right there on the desk. A large part, in fact. But something told you to hold back. You have pushed the poor girl far enough outside of her comfort zone in her attempts to please you already, If you want to fuck her, and you definitely do, you should at least take her to dinner first. She certainly deserves it.

"I'm sorry I got cold feet right at the end there. I hope you understand I've never done anything like that before. I wouldn't have dreamed of it if it had been anyone other than you who asked."

"Please don't apologise Connie, you were incredible. The only shame is I can't publish the photos. You are such a natural at this,"

"You're extremely generous to me Chuck, and I can't say how happy I am that you liked what you saw. Nonetheless, I would appreciate it if those photos remain just for you."

You nod your agreement. In a way, that's actually more of a turn on, if less profitable.

"I hope to see you again very soon" she tells you as she locks the door behind you both when you leave "Any time you need me I will make myself fully available to you at once, my dear ride or die."

She smiles sweetly and gives you a gentle kiss on the cheek before she walks away. Somehow, coming from Connie, that feels more intimate than when she stripped naked in front of you. That was her doing her job, the kiss was a genuine show of personal affection.

You need a few moments to compose yourself and gather your thoughts. You aren't quite sure if you are in love or lust with Connie. Maybe both. Without even thinking about it, you sit down on the bench at the apparently non-functional bus stop on Main Street. Not long after, you hear the sound of a familiar voice.

"Stealing my spot now, huh?"

You look up to see Michelle's pretty face, Her smile is warm and, as she takes a seat next to you, she doesn't immediately go for her book. It's a more promising start to this encounter than you would have expected.