A photo shoot

That night the three girls of Tie-Died Pussy got together at Sonia's small house and decided to live up to their name. Equipped with colorful hair dye, all three stripped naked in front of each other for the first time, and applied their colors.

Sonia had a petite black body with perky orange-sized breasts and purple nipples. She had a tribal tattoo on her inner thigh. She colored her short hair a royal blue, on her head and her bush.

Alana's breasts were young but nice. C-cups probably and both pierced. Her pussy was trimmed into a little landing strip, but it was enough so that you could make out the bright orange that she put into the frizzy hair atop her head when she colored in between her thighs as well.

At first Melissa felt self conscious being naked in front of her band-mates. She knew that they'd never seen those old pictures of her and something comforted her about the fact that these were two people who she could be confident hadn't seen her nude. But she knew that had to end, especially if they were going to be a part of this movie with her. And for that she was amazingly grateful. She couldn't have imagined asking them to do this and them saying yes. But her mind was filled with thoughts. Thoughts of Hot Pink, thoughts of what she and her friends would have to do together, to god knows how many men, to Hot Pink, to each other. Better they all see each other naked now.

Melissa died her blonde hair green. Both on her head and her bush.

Then they took out the camera. Memories of the photo shoot with her boyfriend so many years ago came back. But this would be different. These were her friends, her bandmates. These girls she could trust.

And they started snapping photos. First being shy. Sonia curled herself into a little ball, covering her pussy and breasts from the camera. Alana turned to get a tasteful shot of her ass, as she looked over her shoulder. But as the night went on they got more and more bold.

Melissa lead the charge. She remembered watching and cheering as Hot Pink took on multiple guys and knew that Sonia and Alana might have to do the same. Tame pictures wouldn't be good enough practice.

Alana had the camera and hesitated a bit when Melissa plopped down in front of her and spread her legs, exposing her full labia. "Take the picture" Melissa insisted. And when the camera flashed, there were now worse pictures of her in the world than the ones her boyfriend had taken years ago.

Then Sonia felt bold, then Alana. And soon all three girls had spread their legs for the camera.

By the end of the night they had over 40 photos. And each one of them went up on the band's website. There was no escaping it now. They were exposed to the world. And Melissa felt like her friends had just done an amazing thing for them.

Two days later the three girls arrived on set, all three clad unspectacular in some combination of t-shirts and jeans. Melissa chuckled at the thought of her first-day outfit and how she thought it would make a difference. Porn wasn't about what you're wearing, she realized. It was about how soon before it came off.

And she recognized the stern-faced woman. "Hi," Melissa said cautiously. "This is Sonia and Alana from my band. Dr. Ladybite told me to bring them."

"Oh yes, the band" the woman said, as emotionless as always. "Come and get your script."

Melissa shrugged to Sonia and Alana and the three followed the lady down the hall into a room far more secluded and well presented than the extra's room from last time. The woman handed each of them a script, not particularly thick. Alana chuckled a little.

"Our name is Tie-Died Pussy, and I thought the director and Hot pink would want to know that what we did the other day was each got a different color and..." Melissa began to worry she sounded like a schoolgirl with a crush. She still hadn't told Sonia or Alana about Hot Pink yet. She still hadn't told them that Dr. Ladybite was demanding they fuck on camera for the roles.

"No it's not" The woman interrupted Melissa.

"What?"

"You're name isn't Tie-Died whatever. Read your scripts." the woman let out a sigh.

"That is our name." Sonia insisted.

"This is a movie dear." the woman wasn't interested in making friends. "You're not playing your band. You're playing a fictional band. Dr. Ladybite has been revising this script since your conversation the other day. He's been very... excited. He's created a whole... thing for your band."

"Okay then," Alana said unsuspectingly flipping open her script. "What's the name of our band?"