"Yes," she answered. It hadn’t been difficult to figure out. She had cried inher bedroom when Gary had ordered her to show up at the photography studio withthe clothing, but she wasn’t going to cry now. She wasn’t going to give themthe satisfaction.

Gary grinned. "Then let’s get started." He turned to his girlfriend. "Sharon?"

"Yeah, OK," Sharon nodded, "but let’s give her a drink first. It’s going to behot under those lights."

Stacy looked up. Huh?

Sharon picked up an open can of coke from a nearby table and handed it to her."Drink up," she instructed. "We don’t want you fainting on the set. We’ve gotlots of stuff to get through tonight."

Confused, Stacy did as ordered; she drank the coke and handing the empty canback to the impatiently waiting Sharon.

The other girl nodded and took the bottle.

"OK," she announced, "I think we’ll start with…"

Stacy spent the next few hours in front of the lights, running throughcountless degrading poses in dozens of different outfits. Humiliatingly, theystarted her out with some of her own clothes which she had brought: mini-skirt,blouse and high heels.

"Look at the camera."

The colored lights placed her in front of a soft, yellow backdrop. Asinstructed, Stacy looked at the camera.

"Lean forward… legs apart."

She bent down and spread her legs, causing the skirt to ride up. Her blondehair, combed out straight, hung down over her left shoulder, framing herbreasts for the camera. Behind the bank of lights, her three tormentors wereonly shadowed silhouettes. Stacy was reminded of her dreams of stripping infront of such lights.

"Open the blouse… now cup your breasts and look sexy. Keep looking up; wewant to see your face."

Her hands trembled as they undid the buttons. She had known it would come tothis, but it was still so hard; particularly in front of the camera. She cuppedher small breasts in her hands, involuntarily teasing her own nipples. Theyhardened immediately. Would they notice?

"That’s it. Nice nipples. Now, lick your lips…"

Stacy wetted her lips and did her best to look sexy and inviting. Her nipplesstayed hard.

"Bend over a bit more… let’s see some more leg…"

Then they dressed her in one of her old swimsuits, now at least one size toosmall:

"That’s right… other way, now…"

Stacy stood, side on to the camera. They had soaked the suit before dressingher in it, and it clung tenaciously to every curve. Worse, the cold watercaused her nipples to become hard again, and it was plainly visible through thethin swimsuit.

"Shoulders back… good, that pushes out your tits… play with the nipples,make them nice and hard… there you go…"

Stacy flushed red.

"OK… now run your hand through your hair… look like you need a goodfuck…"

Stacy did as ordered. She slid her fingers through her blonde hair, shaking itout at the back as she did so. She was beginning to feel a queer sort ofarousal in the pit of her stomach. She fought to hide it, but it was difficultto do while trying to look sexy.

Then came the outfit she had worn for the party at BCN. It quickly becameapparent to Stacy that they had not cleaned it since that night; it stank ofdried sweat and sperm.

This time, Sharon put on some music, and had Stacy dance a slow striptease.Neil called encouragement as Stacy slowly divested herself of first thecum-encrusted shirt, and then the tight leather skirt.

And, just like in her dream, she became more and more aroused…

A short break to re-load the camera while Stacy stood, panting slightly, infront of the lights. She was naked from the previous stripping, save only forthe leather, high-heeled boots. Neil came over and played with her sweaty titsuntil it was time for a new outfit.

Stacy fought hard not to respond…

Finally, it was over.

Stacy stood, drained and sweaty in the last outfit she had modelled, a tight,pink rubber dress which left bare as much as it concealed. It was cut low onher neckline, leaving her chest bare down to the upper curve of her tits (atone point in the session, she had been ordered to pop her tits out of thedress, but they were re-covered now). The dress also left her arms exposed upto the shoulder, and only covered her upper thighs down to just below hercrotch. Her legs were clearly displayed, taut and sleek in the black pumps.Sharon had done her hair up in a tight bun, giving her a severe, sexy look.

Neil slipped behind her, reached around and began playing with her breaststhrough the thin rubber as Gary and Sharon clicked off the lights and beganstoring the film. Involuntarily, Stacy moaned, but didn’t pull away. Hernipples hardened and a trickle of sweat dribbled down between her breasts asthey strained against the latex. Neil began kissing her neck.

Gary looked over and smiled. Stacy’s eyes were closed and her mouth slightlyparted as she leaned back to accept Neil’s attentions. Her body was clearlybeginning to respond. This seemed like a good time to bring up…

"Oh, Stacy." Stacy opened up her eyes and stiffened, remembering where she was.

"I heard that Barry Packard asked you out last a little while ago and yourefused. Is that true?"

Stacy bit her lip apprehensively, but nodded. She recognized the tone of voiceGary was using; something bad was going to happen. Behind her, Neil reacheddown with one hand and began massaging her pussy through the latex dress. Theother hand continued to fondle her tits. Subconsciously, she began to squirmback against him.

"Well," Gary continued, "from now on, there’ll no more of that. If one of yourlovers wants a re-match, you agree to it."

"What?!" Stacy tried to move forward, but Neil held her tight. "What are youtalking about?" Neil popped one of her breasts out from the dress and beganteasing the nipple. Stacy tried to ignore it.

"That wasn’t a rule."

"It’s a new rule," Sharon told her, grinning. "From now on, once a guy’s fuckedyou, you can’t say no to him until you’ve finished all sixty-five."

Stacy’s features began to quiver. She had resolved not to cry, but this was toomuch. A tear trickled down her cheek as she considered the implications of whatwas being said.

"B-but… there’ll be no end of it. I’ll have to do it all the time." Her mind,now cloudy with lust, struggled to find objections.

"When am I supposed to study or do other things? There are exams coming up!"

Sharon laughed outright at that. Stacy had just been told that she had to agreeto fuck almost any guy that asked, and she was complaining about not being ableto study for exams!

"Don’t worry about the exams," Gary told her. "We’ll get you the test papersahead of time. Hell, we’ll even do it for free this time." The three of themlaughed as Stacy began to cry in earnest.

"Besides," Gary continued, "it’s not all bad news. We’ve decided to let youearn some pocket money while you’re doing it."

"What?"

"From now on, you charge five bucks for a repeat fuck."

Stacy looked at him in horror.

"The first one’s free, but repeat service costs five bucks." He looked over atNeil. "Except," he continued, "for Neil, of course. He gets it for free."

If possible, Stacy’s sobs became louder. No matter how bad things became, theyalways managed to make them a little worse. Or a lot worse!

Gary and Sharon continued packing up as Neil slipped his hand under the shortdress and began to play with her pussy directly. Stacy shuddered and thenrelaxed back into his chest, defeated. There was no use resisting it. She beganto pant as Neil pushed his middle finger into her now-moist cunt.

When Gary and Sharon finally left the room, she was sitting on top of Neil’serection, riding it up and down, the pink dress bunched up around her waist.