Standing Exposure

I see him nod his head, smiling my way. I turn my gaze back to the newcomer and do my best to remain casual, standing up before them, my exposed breasts bouncing softly as I moved. I stood up completely, before pulling the soft metallic fabric off from around my waist, my mind racing as I felt it fall softly to the ground, leaving me standing there, exposed to all. I turn my gaze to face Christopher, catching him chuckling softly as he watched it all play out.

She got to work fast, poking and prodding my body seemingly at random, looking through her photos and then back at me. I did my best to remain calm, which got suddenly harder when I felt her pinch my ass cheek. Resisting the urge to gasp, I looked down in time to see her examining my shaved mound, and just then her hand rubbed across it, pressing upon it as she pinched its fold between her finger and thumb. I could feel my arousal rising, but I did my best to remain silent as she examined me. She rubbed her hand then along my waist as if examining a plastic mannequin, not a person.

Once she completed a circle around me, She came to stand before me and made what clearly was a 'turn around' gesture. I resisted the urge to sigh and proceed to turn around in place, stepping out of my dress in the process. As I turned, I caught others staring, my eyes going wide as I wondered if I should count how many ... or, for that matter if I'd want to. once I completed it, I caught her staring down at me, my now very naked body proving a temptation too much for her to ignore.

"No, no ... don't sit down yet ... I'm not done yet with my examination.", she said, even as her attention seemed riveted on my exposed body. I watched her work for a bit, before simply turning my gaze straight forward, preferring not to watch her work. I found it hard to remain silent, as she pinched and poked at my body, seemingly at random. Just as soon as I thought I could manage, her nail brushed across my nipple, causing me to let out a soft moan. She giggled softly to herself, and soon she was once more touching my shaved mound. I bent over, ever so slightly at the waist, as her hand touched my sensitive folds. The whole time, Christopher casually watched as it played out, a smile plastered on his face, occasionally chuckling to himself as he watched.

After a bit, "Alright, much as I'm supposed to admit it, it appears you've been telling the truth. Astounding .... never knew a woman to be so willing to model like that." With that, she patted me on the cheek and sat back down. He made a nodding gesture, and I took my queue, and I sat down myself. Just as I started reaching for my metallic mini-dress when I heard someone else approach ...