Tiffany Strips

“Let’s start with you, Tiffany,” I say, gesturing for her to pose in front of the camera. “We’ll begin with some fully clothed shots, just warm you girls up for the camera.”

Tiffany jumps in front of the camera, exuding charm with a brilliant smile on her face and a casual, sensual lift of her shoulder. I snap a couple photos, each one coming out fantastic. It’s no wonder this girl’s the top billing actress in the world. She can do no wrong before a camera lens.

“Looking good, just shuffle through a couple poses,” I say, nodding from my place behind the tripod.

Tiffany twirls around, her dress billowing upwards, and the resulting up-skirt and back-skirt photos leave me more than excited for the no-skirt photos to come.

“That’s great,” I say. “Scarlet, why don’t we get a couple of you next?”

She gets in front of the camera next, looking somewhat stern and stiff, her hands crossed about her waist. I take a photo or two, and then pause, not yet satisfied with the results.

“What did the blanket say when the baby crapped its diapers?” I ask, glancing up at her. “Oh sheet!”

I air-drum the badum-tsss, watching as a confused smile crosses her face. I know it’s more the absurdity of the moment than the joke itself that’s got her loosened up, but that was kinda the point anyways.

“Much better,” I say, checking this fresh batch of photographs. “No need to be so formal!”

“I’m used to photoshoots for business magazines and other serious things where I try to look powerful and intimidating,” Scarlet says, keeping the smile on her face. “Guess I forgot that, you know, this is a bit different.”

“You can intimidate your audience for this photoshoot too,” I say. “I think some men are into that.”

This nets me a real laugh, one that I capture with a flash of the lights. A laughing Scarlet is a pretty one indeed, and after getting a couple more photos off, I call on Sofia to take the spotlight.

Just like Tiffany, Sofia’s a natural at this. She flirts with the camera, the arch of her eyebrow an inviting thing that beckons me closer. I get photo after photo of her seductive smile, fingers playing with a loose strand of her hair as she looks into the distance.

“And how about a twirl too to wrap things up?” I say.

Sofia winks at me and spins about, the skirt on her white dress flaring up too, and then she drops her hands down, the modern day Marilyn Monroe drawing low whistle from Tiffany.

“These stills are going to be gold,” Tiffany says, looking at Sofia from my side.

“It’s your turn to get back up there,” I say, gently giving Tiffany a push towards centre stage.

Sofia gladly cedes the spot to Tiffany, tossing her hair back as she rejoins me and Scarlet. Scarlet leans over and whispers something in Sofia’s ear. The German vixen looks over at me, a hint of a blush colouring her cheeks, and then she whispers something back in Scarlet’s ear. Scarlet let’s out a giggle as girlish as anything I’ve ever heard from her.

“How’s this going to work now?” Tiffany asks, her hands playing with the straps of her dress.

“Have you ever given a strip-tease?” I ask, rhetorically, because I know the answer’s yes. “Let’s do something like that, only slower, so that our camera can capture everything.”

“I can do that,” Tiffany smiles, lifting the left strap over her shoulder, the same shrugging motion as before now pregnant with the prospect of nudity.

She turns around, showing off her smooth back, and she peeks at us over her shoulder, the dress half-dangling off her body. She tugs at the remaining strap over her right shoulder, playing with it while I snap another couple photos off.

“Go on,” I say.

The dress flutters off her body, exposing a tantalising portrait of her tan skin. I capture the moment on the camera, Tiffany in only a black bra and boy shorts, her dress a falling afterthought behind her, and I realise that I’m going to have to resist the urge to jump her for the remainder of this photoshoot.

“You ready for what’s next?” I ask.

“You’ll be showing the world your tits,” Scarlet giggles.

“Well, the point of this was to show them my ass,” Tiffany smiles. “But it would cruel to give one without the other.”

“Imagine the uproar,” I smile. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

Tiffany, it turns out, needs no further motivation. With a flourish, her bra comes off, revealing her twin cups in all their glory. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Irene’s eyes widening. You don’t have to be a genius to know that Tiffany’s got big breasts, but it’s quite another thing to see them in the flesh.

“Show’s not over yet,” Tiffany says.

She sways her hips from side to side, turning upon her heels until her ass is facing the camera once more. One of her fingers hooks into the waistband of her panties, exposing an inch more of her ass than anyone’s seen before. My finger hits the trigger button several times as I refocus the camera on her rear, knowing how important this booty shot is to her.

Tiffany drags the elastic of her waistband down with glacial patience, ever so slowly revealing her birthmark. By this point, it looks to me like just another feature of her body, as natural as the cute curve of her nose or the silky darkness of her hair, but I see the shock on Sofia’s face as she sees Tiffany nude for the first time.

“Wow,” she murmurs. “That’s brave, Tiffany, very brave.”

Tiffany looks over at the camera—at me—and I give her a reassuring smile. She smiles back, natural grace taking over again, and slips off her panties with a slow shake of her waist, exposing her ass in its entirety.

“Beautiful,” I say. “Now arch your back…”

She bends over, her bubble butt firmly in the centre of the frame, her head peeking back at the side, just a hint of her pussy exposed. I let her hold the pose for a few seconds longer, making sure that I have plenty of material to work with, and then we change it up, switching to a frontal nude shot that would put any Playboy covergirl to shame.

Irene, on the side, isn’t even really making the pretence of being a neutral bodyguard and observer anymore. She’s flat out gawking at Tiffany incredible body, and I can’t say that I blame her. In fact I would be doing the same if it weren’t for the fact that I had to stand behind the camera and take all these photos, which I realise after a second, is really the same thing.

“Let’s get another one for the ass,” I say. “Try sitting, one leg stretched out—yes there, that’s the way—tilt your head a fraction…”

I hardly have to say the words and Tiffany gets the idea, transforming into a gymnast in repose, the hot curves of her ass doing all the talking in this last series of pictures.

“Tiffany, you’re so stunning,” Scarlet squeals, running up and hugging her as soon as the last photo is taken.

“That felt good,” Tiffany admits, laughing with Scarlet in her arms.

I capture this moment, too, the sisters embracing each other, one nude, the other not. That will soon change.

“Your turn next, Scarlet,” I say.