The Debut of Chloe McRose

Despite finally getting pumped to be a model, Chloe was made to wait at the sides while D’Angelo took several photos of Pietra first. Not that she minded getting a front row seat to seeing the beautiful brunette at work. Posed, staring directly at the camera, one knee slightly elevated while her hands tugged gently at the waistband of her one-piece, the shutter snapped four times, capturing several images for the photographer’s consideration. With a quick glance, D’Angelo confirmed his satisfaction to himself, and ordered Pietra to turn her back to him. Listening attentively, Chloe paid attention to every word, and Pietra’s response, knowing that, in a few minutes, this would be her job too.

Instruction came rapidly like a machine gun, telling the twenty-two-year-old that she should stand, legs together, waist twisted and back arched. Looking over her shoulder, right at the camera again, smoldering and sexy as she slouched her shoulders slightly, her hair falling to the opposite side, baring her neck and showing off the tied straps of the bikini top. At his command, she held one arm at her waist, bent at the elbow and limp at the wrist, teasingly reaching for the bikini straps again, while her other arm hung straight, her fingers barely touching her thigh, drawing the viewer's eye towards her fantastic ass, pushed out by the pose and encased in bronze by the one piece.

Seeing the seasoned model make the words a reality was impressive. D’Angelo’s commands came so fast and sounded so difficult, Chloe thought that he required a contortionist rather than a model, but Pietra pulled it off and made it look easy. Self-doubt manifest itself again as Chloe became seriously incredulous that she would be able to do what Pietra did, what they expected her to do. And the fact that her nipples were protruding right through the triangles of her bikini top made her more self-conscious. It was colder than expected in the large open ex-dance floor, and while cooling off helped calm her down after the slightly arousing feeling she’d gotten from changing in front of Pietra, it did nothing to calm down the stiff nubs on her breasts.

A quick glance down confirmed what she was already certain of; two obvious bumps on her bikini top. She imagined that they’d kick her off the set for indecency, before she even got a chance to pose. But the teen was so focused on her own failings that she didn’t notice that the first part of the bikini shoot was over, and she was being called upon. And she remained distracted until Pietra grabbed her wrist and led her in front of the six or so bight umbrella lights, beaming, her smile infectious.

Giggling and smiling along with her new friend, Chloe was slightly surprised when she heard the shutter click already. Looking past the white lights as best she could, she could just about make out the photographer's wide, grinning face.

“Yes, that is what they want to see for beach wear,” D’Angelo encouraged the girls. “Fun!”

“Ok then,” Pietra said, leaning in so close her warm breath tickled Chloe’s lips while her hands reached out and softly grabbed the other girl’s waist. “Let’s dance.”

Dancing had never been a particular forte of Chloe’s, and she often viewed her unwieldy large tits and bubble butt as being rather counter productive to such fluid movements. That was until she met Hannah, a woman with an equally sizable bust and marvelously round ass who showed her dancing could still be graceful and sexy. Right in this very room only a couple nights prior, she’d showed off what she’d learned in front of Gavin and wound up getting fucked in the ass in the back of Zack’s car. What would happen if she showed off those same moves now?

Starting slow, just as she had then, Chloe swayed from side to side, her boobs bouncing slightly and her ass jiggling as she looked deep into those bright brown eyes. Raising her arms, she laid them lightly upon Pietra’s shoulders, her wrists overlapped just behind the older woman’s neck where the straps of her one piece were tied. Moving in closer, she felt their knees begin to lightly knock together as their bodies shifted side to side, Pietra’s hands sliding round from her tips to rest softly upon the small of the red-head’s back, just above the blue bikini bottoms. A constant stream of clicks followed their every move, as D’Angelo moved silently around them, taking pictures of every angle.

Despite wanting to get even closer, to really slide her leg between Pietra’s leg and grind, Chloe restrained herself. The bright lights and rhythm clicking only served to remind the teen that there was a whole roomful of eyes on her and the whole point was to show off the bikinis, not trap them from sight between the two gorgeous feminine forms. It would be inappropriate, everyone would be outraged, and she’d likely never be allowed to model again, except for erotica. And yet the temptation lingered.

Before Chloe could act, D’Angelo called out, “hold that pose” from behind them. Chloe froze, wondering if she’d done something wrong, or if he could sense the desires dwelling in her mind. With a thoughtful hum, the photographer began moving his dolls, bringing Pietra forward until their legs were intertwined just as Chloe had wished. Then he moved their arms, taking one off Chloe and one off Pietra, and finally, with a gentle finger on Chloe’s chin turned her head sideways, her lips inches from the brunette’s neck. The result was a full back shot of Chloe, with one arm draped along Pietra’s collar, with the older woman herself peeking out from behind Chloe’s ample body, showing off the full deep V neckline of the one piece, the crotch hidden behind Chloe’s hip where her thigh pressed between the brunette’s legs.

Breathing out unevenly, Chloe watched the small hairs on Pietra’s neck sway in the breeze of her breath. Usually nothing fazed Pietra during a photoshoot but she had to admit, if only to herself, that this girl was having an effect on her. Her body pressed against hers coupled with the seductive stares and light breaths across her skin was making it very hard to focus on doing her job. Forcing a smile for the camera, she tried to ignore the heat rising out of her core that made every little touch and every little movement all the more momentous.

Several more clicks of the shutter later and D’Angelo paused, looking at his camera with a pout. “I need more…back shots of Pietra and front shots of Miss Rose. How about…a piggyback?”

Chloe choked, twisting in Pietra’s grip to look at the photographer. “You mean, one of us on the other’s back?”

“No,” he clarified. “I want her on your back.”

Looking at Pietra, the twenty-two-year-old simply shrugged and smiled, willing to go along with it. The act itself didn’t bother Chloe, as she turned away from the brunette and knelt. This just wasn’t the kind of thing she expected when she thought about modelling. Something hot and soft pressed against her back that could only have been Pietra’s medium sized breasts as she leaned over Chloe and spread her legs. As Pietra allowed more of her weight to press down along Chloe’s spine, the teen reached back and grabbed the other woman’s thighs, taking a tight hold as she hoisted her up.

Rising to her feet, she felt Pietra’s arms wrap around her shoulders for added support. The shutter clicked rapidly, capturing the image of the two girl’s asses, one above the other, jiggling gently as they settled into a comfortable hold. All this movement had caused the back cut of her bikini bottoms to ride even further up her ass, pulling the front tight against her mound and forming a slight camel toe. Anymore and it would become a thong, Chloe mused, unable to pull it out whilst carrying Pietra.

D’Angelo circled around to their front and snapped a few more pictures of the girls free standing, Chloe’s breasts hanging as she hunched slightly to keep Pietra’s weight even. He got a few more good photos when Pietra pointed across the backdrop and whispered in Chloe’s ear, the breathy words sending a shiver down the red-head’s spine.

“You can move across the set. The camera is capable of taking pictures in motion,” Pietra suggested. “But, whoa, not so fast,” she added as Chloe began to lightly jog towards the other end of the backdrop. “The picture can still blur if you move too quickly. And watch your facial expressions. Don’t let them see you grimace…” She cut herself off, laughing, her body rippling against Chloe’s back.

“What’s so funny? Chloe asked, smiling too. She didn’t quite know why; it was just infectious.

“I don’t even know,” Pietra said through her mirth. “Here you are giving me a ride on your back and I’m giving out directions, in front of all these people, it just seems so…absurd.”

“It’s certainly not how I pictured my first photoshoot,” Chloe replied in a low voice whilst keeping a smile on her face for the camera.

“Sorry, but frankly, this is much better,” Pietra whispered directly into her ear again as her laughter subsided. “It’s rare for me to do photo shoots with other models anymore, at least female models, and when I do, it’s part of a collection, so I’m just waiting for my turn. I love my job, but this is more fun than I’ve had in ages. Thank you, Chloe.”

A genuine grin spread across the teen’s face, glad that she could bring some enjoyment into the older girl’s day, an expression that was expertly captured by D’Angelo. Part of his job was being patient and capturing the very real moments that occurred during the shoot. Normally it was the role of the photographer to guide the model towards those moments, to coax them out one pose at a time, but the girls had largely done his work for him, bringing each other out of their shells. Satisfied that he wasn’t going to get anymore moments out of this position, he called time on the piggyback ride.

Pausing in the middle of the backdrop to allow Pietra to slide off her back and onto her own two feet, it was at that moment that the straps around Chloe’s neck, hastily tied upon the arrival of the make-up artist, came loose. Had the suit been the right size perhaps the slopes of her large breasts might have kept the material up, but now, finally freed from their constrictive confines, her tits bounced, shedding the bikini top. The exact same thing happened with the straps tied around her waist, the blue triangles floated to her feet before Chloe even realized what had happened.

The cool breeze that glanced across her nipples confused Chloe until she looked down. The dark nubs centered in her areolas were just as stiff as when she’d last checked, but now they were completely exposed to a whole room full of people. Lifting her eyes, she looked into the face of everyone of them, Karin the supervisor, the make-up artist, the clothing girl, the tall, thin man at the back of the room, D’Angelo with his camera, still snapping pictures, and even Brandon, his mouth hanging open. She looked into their eyes and confirmed the obvious; that she’d just publicly flashed her tits, and everyone had seen it.

Even though she knew she should cover up, the red-headed teen simply froze. This wasn’t an adult photo shoot; baring her boobs was inappropriate and unprofessional, what was worse, as she scanned the room for reactions, it made her a little wet. In the eyes of some, such as Brandon she saw simple arousal. Contrast with the brand rep, who licked his lips and gazed upon her with a dirty, **** lust that was thoroughly unsettling. Others, mostly girls, looked impressed, or admiration that she could cart around such massive melons, except for Karin who glowered at her with a loathsome jealousy.

The amount of raw power she felt standing in front of everyone with her tits out was intoxicating, but as soon as it came, it passed. All of this must have occurred within a matter of seconds, because in the next moment, a whole host of runners and assistants were scrambling towards her. The mob rushing frightened her initially, as if they were going to literally carry her out the door. Instead they retrieved her top, recovered her breasts and fastened the straps again, securely this time. They stepped away; their jobs complete. Looking back at her clothed tits and wondered if this was how a princess felt, being dressed by birds and woodland animals.

“I think that’s enough of those outfits anyway,” D’Angelo announced. His eyes had been covered by the camera, so Chloe had no idea what the Italian photographer thought of her wardrobe malfunction, but she could guess, since he hadn’t stopped taking pictures. No doubt for his personal collection.

“Perhaps it’s time these two were going,” Karin suggested, sucking on her teeth as she hooked a thumb over her shoulder at Brandon. “We’ve more than fulfilled the obligations of their prize, I suspect.”

“Prize?” Chloe repeated, having forgotten all about the lie they told not to get kicked out of the building. “Oh yes. We really should be getting back to Victoria,” she said cryptically to Brandon.

“Aw, do we have to?” Brandon asked as he approached the set, slowly so as to not to betray the erection straining his pants.

“Yeah, I’ve showed off enough for one day,” Chloe insisted, turning towards the hall to the dressing room. Instead she met a runner, face to face, her clothes in hand. Clearly, Karin had gave the order before she even made the suggestion for them to leave. “Oh, thank you, but, um, aren’t you going to want this bikini back?”

“Keep it,” Pietra told her with a pout, sad to see her go. “They give me all the rest of clothes as souvenirs, you may as well get to take something as well.”

“Oh, thanks you! And, um, thanks for asking me to do this,” Chloe said graciously. “It was a really great experience, well, right up until…

“Don’t sweat it. You certainly have nothing to be ashamed of,” Pietra replied, smiling now with a twinkle in her eye. “And I should be the one thanking you.”

Before Chloe could continue the conversation, D’Angelo came up beside her and took her hand in his. He kissed her fingers and told her, “I hope to work with you very soon again. You have my card still, yes?”

“Yes,” Chloe said with a nod, as she dropped her eyes to the camera. “Say, the photos you took, could I get copies of those?”

“Absolutely. I want my beautiful red rose to see, perhaps it will convince her to open her petals for me again.” He waved a hand, directing her towards the computer desk. “Give them the contact, and I’ll see that you get them.”

As instructed, Chloe gave the man behind the laptop her email address, and then, along with Brandon, left the building. This time though, they left through the front door, shocking and confusing the guard that wouldn’t let them in. Finally free of all the watchful eyes, Chloe reached behind her and tugged the bottoms out from her asscrack. Brandon saw, but that she didn’t mind so much, and he was so caught up in meeting his idol that he barely noticed.

“I can’t believe I got to see Pietra Smith model, first-hand. Shit, I can’t believe you got to model with her, so lucky.” He looked at her sideways, watching her full creamy breasts bounce heavily beneath the small blue bikini top, the tiny triangles covering her nipples but doing nothing to hide the stiff tips as the pressed hard against the material. “I can’t believe everyone saw your-”

“Easy,” Chloe warned him.

“It’s not my first time,” Brandon noted, explaining when he saw her mind whirl behind her eyes, trying to remember the last time she flashed the quarterback. “Remember down by the lake. We played Soccer and Kurt threw you into the water. When you came back up, your bikini top had slipped off. Seems to be something of a reoccurring accident with you.”

Chloe hid her face behind a hand. “Shit, I’d forgotten all about that.”

“You were a lot more annoyed back then, and covered up immediately with your hands. Up there you let everyone see everything, though you did look a bit mortified,” Brandon chuckled and gestured towards his non-corporeal point. “Goes to show what I was saying before about you being a lot more confident and comfortable in your body these days.”

Stopping, Chloe grabbed Brandon by the arm to keep him from walking on, and faced him. “Brandon, I just want to say thank you again. You’re right that before we came to the cabin, we weren’t really friendly, so you probably would have been the last person I’d expect to give me this push, but it was what I needed. I wouldn’t have been able to do this day without your words to me. The words are shallow, but from the bottom of my heart, thank you.”

“Well, shit, Chloe,” Brandon scratched the back of his head, his cheeks becoming red as he felt the heat of embarrassment fill his face. “I’m happy I could help.”

“That said, when it comes to Madison,” Chloe said abruptly, knowing the topic was sensitive but determined to say it regardless. “You need to take you own advice.”

“W-what?” Brandon stumbled back as if she’d punched him on the nose.

“You said it yourself, that if there was even a small chance that everything could work out for me then I needed to take that chance. Sitting back and worrying about the possibilities is just letting fear kick your ass. If someone came up to you and handed you your dreams on a plate, you obviously wouldn’t say no,” she said, Brandon aghast as she turned his own words against him. “Madison is offering you everything you want, and you’re going to turn it down? Because of Shawn? Or society? Like you said, it’s a big risk when the offer comes, but are you really gonna turn it down?”

“I don’t really see how it’s the same,” Brandon snapped, turning away from her. But his posture relaxed instantly, and he added. “But…I’ll think about it.”