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“Great work so far,” Bill chirped.

“Now it’s time to move to more committed shots. Sophie my star, you are welcome to stop things any time you want. But of course you would then forfeit the payment as the client wouldn’t be getting everything she wanted. Understood? Good. Now hop in the passenger seat and let’s go for gold. I want both of you looking forward, as if you’re moving. Tina, please set a backlight reflector here as I want Sophie glowing like an angel. That’s it. Now, James. The scene is that you are trying to take advantage of the stranded girl you just rescued. So I want you to put a hand on her thigh, and then try and molest her through her shorts…”

A whirl of blonde hair flew as Sophie’s piercing blue eyes questioned his intentions.

“…and I want you to indignantly stop him. Make him understand that you are definitely not that kind of gal,” he finished, mollifying his muse.

“Yes. Frown a bit more for me darling. Excellent. Now James, work your hand, just like that. And…No, No. Push it off again with more force Sophie. I want to feel how insulted you are. Yes, that’s it. Again, with more passion. Perfect.”

“OK, relax for a moment. We are going to do the same again, except this time I want to portray the darker side. This time you welcome the attention. Maybe you haven’t been with a man for a while. Maybe, although impossible to believe, you find James attractive. Whatever it is, you are into it. That’s how we represent the duality. Got it?”

Sophie nodded apprehensively, not entirely sure she did get it. But after growing up in the French school system, where children were taught from a young age that authority was never to be questioned, it was still a reflex to trust and obey those in charge. Nonetheless, a shiver ran up her spine when the callused hand returned to her soft skin.

‘Relax. Breathe. Be professional.’ She reminded herself, closing her eyes, trying her best to go with the flow. Convincing herself it would all be worth it.

“That’s it. Brilliant. I like the closed eyes. Let yourself go Sophie. Feel the character. Separate your legs a little more…more…that’s it. Remember, you’re enjoying it."

And the heavenly blond obeyed with trepidation, gingerly opening up, leaving herself vulnerable to the groping hand. Biting her lip as it arrived at her crotch, cupping through the denim, pressing against her sensitive love button.

“Look up at me angel. Perfect. Raise your hips and give me a sexy moan. Yes. And again. Perfect.”

And as much as she hated herself for it, Sophie flushed, unable to control the rising heat in her loins.

“OK, that’s enough,” Bill croaked, putting his camera down. “Incredible work gorgeous. I’m starting to think you lied to us about this being your first time.”

The heavy breathing teen slowly opened her eyes, appreciating the complement.

“This time James, the scenario is that you parked the car somewhere remote so that you can take advantage of the young damsel more easily. So reach across and start unbuttoning her shorts…and Sophie,” he added quickly, sensing her concern, “I want you to stop him with a slap to the face. Not too hard mind you. But with enough oomph to look real.”

The young subjects looked at each other, smirking apprehensively. Yet neither objected when Bill cued them. And no sooner had James made contact…

SLAP!

“Fuck! That hurt Sophie. I barely touched you for God’s sake.”

“Sorry James, I guess I’m a bit jumpy.”

And they held each other’s gaze for a moment, before breaking out in tension induced giggles.

“Nice work you two. Great chemistry. OK. Now for the other side again. This time Sophie want to feel your anticipation as James unbuttons your shorts and simulates reaching inside. I want to feel how desperate you are to be touched. Can you do that for me?”

The request was met with darting eyes as she sized up the situation. Looking at Bill, the burned out rocker. Then James, the ugly hick. And finally Tina, the frumpy hairdresser. Who, sensing uncertainty, opened the passenger door and knelt by her side.

“Sweetie,” she whispered calmly, “All the big supermodels started out where you are right now. And with Bill’s help you could easily become a household name. But trust goes both ways, and he put his faith in you when you agreed to do the shoot. So come on. Let’s nail this and make you rich and famous.”

The encouraging presence of another woman gave her courage. And keen to live up to her own inflated expectations, Sophie nodded, turning to James with a friendly warning.

“You better not take advantage…”

“Scouts honor ma’am,” he joked, raising two fingers, causing the crew to cackle like hyenas.

“Relax and close your eyes honey, it will make it easier,” Tina suggested as she reached for the reclining lever.

Apprehension in the pit of her stomach transported Sophie back to her dentist’s office. The way her torso fell with the cracked leather seat, the glare from the bright reflector light, and the reverent hum of professionals getting ready. Her pulse accelerating as the front of her shorts peeled open. Inhaling loudly through clenched teeth as warm fingers pushed past her trimmed pubic hair and round the contour of her mound, wedging themselves snuggly between her soft folds, and pressing against her agitated clit.

“That’s it.” Bill encouraged, his own jeans filling uncomfortably.

“You’re doing great,” Tina whispered, reaching across to hold her hand whilst discreetly reaching under her own skirt with the other.

But the blonde barely registered their words as waves of joy involuntarily raced up her nervous system. Her hips taking on a life of their own, coyly grinding her increasingly moist slit against the digits of pleasure. Whimpers betraying her enjoyment.

“Sophie darling, look at me,” Bill coaxed, “let me she the desire in those deep blue eyes of yours.”

Obediently she raised her head. And upon opening her heavy eyelids was shocked by the unfolding scene. James playing her privates, Tina’s lustful gaze, and Bill recording it all on camera. She was no virgin, but this was something entirely different. She felt like the star of an internet porn video, or the heroine in one of those Lush stories that she regularly read and masturbated to. But those indulgences had just been adolescent fantasies. Was it all a kinky dream? Confused, she oscillated between wanting it to stop, and wanting it to go further. All the while a glorious drum beat of sinful pleasure hammering away, promising ecstasy if she just played along.

“OK, that’s enough,” Bill instructed.

The sudden emptiness felt like an infinite void, and Sophie mourned the loss of stimulation, barely able to stop herself from picking up where James had left off. Bill had seen the same wanton expression many times before, and smiled, confident that she would indeed go all the way.

“We need a few shots without the shorts now. I know it’s a big ask gorgeous, so it’s up to you. But remember, you have to go all the way if you want the pay.”

A quiet tension settled across the confined interior as they waited for her decision with baited breath. A tension that only grew as the teen slowly shuffled out of her shorts and timidly covered up her modesty.